The Monsters that Kill the Nightmares - Part II: April
April
“Man, we gotta stop this.” Sam gazed at the floor of the Laundromat. He’d been trying to say this for weeks, too afraid to stand up to Dean and his crazy ambitions.
“Stop what, Sam? The laundry?”
“You know what, Dean. At the rate we’ve been dropping bodies? Somebody’s going to start noticing. And then what do we do? Stay on the run for the rest of our lives?” Sam whispered then wouldn’t do to let the normal folk hear things like ‘dropping bodies.’
“But I like dropping bodies, Sam.”
“I know you do, but can you honestly tell me you still need to? I mean, why did we start in the first place?”
Dean looked at the ground and mumbled something.
“Little louder, bro,” goaded Sam, hopping off the washing machine, shuffling over to him, and wrapping his arms around Dean from behind.
“Because I wanted… you.”
“And you’ve got me now, right? Am I going anywhere?” Sam buried his face in Dean’s neck, breathing in the scent of his brother, their soap, their laundry detergent, the hint of sweat from the damp heat of the Laundromat and a scent underneath that was all Dean.
“No, you’re not.” Dean leaned back against Sam, half-folded shirt forgotten in his hands.
“Exactly. So can we just… stop?”
“I don’t know if I can, Sam. It’s all we’ve done for so long. I need it, man; you don’t understand that, you never did.”
“I tried. You know that. I just don’t get the same thrill from it that you do. You never understood that.” Sam snuck his hands under Dean’s shirt to scrape lightly at the skin on his belly. “I’ll help you stop. It shouldn’t be that hard. We’ll just… stay in more often.”
“I don’t think that’s gonna cut it, Sam.”
“Then we’ll figure it out together, Dean, but we can’t keep doing this. We’re gonna get caught eventually.”
“Yeah I know, Sammy, I know.” Deans sighed, leaning into Sam and turning his head to catch Sam’s mouth in a deep kiss. Dean knew it wouldn’t work, whatever plan Sam tried to come up with wouldn’t get him to stop. They were two years into this. How did he stop a streak like that? How would he rein in that deep desire to watch the light leave someone’s eyes and feel the heat leave their body?
He couldn’t. Simple as that.
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Outside the Laundromat a scraggly boy watched the two overgrown men. He’d been tracking them for months now, was certain that these were the two men he’d been watching, envying, pining after. Now if only he could grab their attention. Yeah that was going to take some planning. So Castiel, the scraggly boy on the run from his family, watched and waited. It troubled him that after that day at the Laundromat things suddenly changed. No more dead bodies piling up in random cities, no screams of terror coming from slummy motel rooms. He didn’t know what had happened that day, but he had a fair idea: they were quitting. His murderous idols were quitting which, if he thought about it, was kind of perfect for him. It meant he could start up his activities and no one would notice the difference.