WHO: Dean and Sam Winchester WHERE: Bobby's kicthen WHAT: Some brother-time WHEN: Afternoon, during a break time. Status: Closed/Incomplete RATINGS: PG-13
Dean had been in a sort of weird mood this morning as he made his way to Bobby's place. It wasn't a bad one. Simply a different one. One that could almost, very almost, be described as good but since he was who he was. Experianced what he had. He refused to think of it as such. Maybe for fear of jinxing it. Maybe because he felt it wasn't reserved. Maybe because he couldn't believe that was what he'd actually done the other night.
Buffy had asked him to spend the night. Which he had done before. And he was pretty she had asked before. Maybe. Anyway, they had previously managed to end up naked on her bed. So there might have been some asking. Very likely some offering. It really didn't matter as long as the end result was good sex. And Buffy was great sex. Nevertheless, for some reason. It mattered this time. It mattered, because, of what it had led to. Which had been not-sex. That was what Dean was referring to it as in his head. As not-sex.
Because Dean Winchester didn't cuddle.
Not since that fantasy where he had a wife and life had been good ... and normal. And only with one person before that.
There was a chance that he was turning into a little punk bitch but that was all that had been in his thoughts that morning. How good it felt. How almost ... normal. Safe. Dean couldn't recall the last time he'd ever felt like the time outside hadn't mattered. What he spent ten years doing and thirty years having been done to him, didn't matter. That "summer" had become his entire life in a way. Some days it could be so very difficult to think of anything else. However, last night with Buffy? None of that had been there. He had just enjoyed the feeling of her head on his chest, on his shoulders. Of feeling her voice, hearing it. God! He was turning into a little bitch.
But they'd talked about everything and nothing. Likely everything except what they should have been talking about. Except when she told him that she would still be there when he finished helping Bobby. Which was -- what? Ridiculous? Of course she'd still be there. Where was she going. Nonetheless, it had been .. it was .. he'd ... It'd been good to know. He knew he was probably reading a lot more than he should have been into it but at that moment it had been really good to hear and very good to know.
The feel of Buffy, had been on the back of his mind most of the day. And it was what was causing him to stare off like an idiot as he stood in Bobby's kitchen. His attent had been to approach Sam. Who had been not too far away just a moment ago. Maybe. He had seen his brother but had lost sight of him. Because he'd gotten distracted while grabbing something from Bobby's fridge.
Shaking the feeling off. Turned around and there, not too far away from him was his brother. Dean couldn't help but shift his eyes away, awkwardly for a second, after just being caught day dreaming. Fucking, day dreaming!. Him! This. Had to -- he wasn't even going to think about it. "Uh, .. wanted something? Anything I can get you from the fridge?"