FILL: Sam/Dean, secret softyrunedgirlFebruary 4 2020, 04:37:06 UTC
The first clue Sam gets that he’s been wrong about his brother is Dean getting out of bed before him. That never happens unless Sam has a life threatening injury from a hunt the day before or his stupid brother talked him into drinking way too much and he has a hangover that won’t quit. (But in that latter case, Dean only gets up first to laugh at him and wave something disgusting like sausages under his nose at 8 am
( ... )
Sam looks down and gapes. There are giant blueberry pancakes dusted with powdered sugar, Sam’s favorite. A big bowl of fresh fruit. A little porcelain pitcher full of maple syrup - that is WARM. A generous glass of what looks like fresh squeezed orange juice, and a steaming mug of coffee in Sam’s favorite cup. On the side of the tray, on top of an honest to god cloth napkin, is a single red rose
( ... )
“Wanted to surprise you,” Dean replies, unconcerned. “Go ahead and shower and get dressed, I’ve got a few more surprises in store. You like surprises, right, Sammy
( ... )
A reservation?? Where? Sam tries to remember if Dean has ever made a dinner reservation ever in his entire life. Maybe when Sam was at Stanford and Dean was doing lots and lots of dating? He hurriedly puts on a white button down and his black suit pants, loops a green tie around his neck
( ... )
He slides a card across the tablecloth when the last bite of mousse is gone.
“Dean, you - you’re spoiling me!”
Dean just nods, like that’s the best compliment Sam could have given him.
Unbelievably, it’s not even a joke card, or a dirty one.
The front is a painting it looks like, two people in silhouette sitting on the hood of a car and looking up at the stars. It’s not a black Impala of course, but it’s…. close.
Sam rubs at his eyes, his throat tight.
Inside, there’s just three words.
You and me. Forever. “Dean,” Sam manages, but that’s all he can seem to get out
( ... )
This was wonderful! I was already loving it, and then you just had to mention the amulet Dean started wearing again *sob* and Dean's ass in those slacks *happy sigh*. Thank you so much for sharing!
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“Dean, you - you’re spoiling me!”
Dean just nods, like that’s the best compliment Sam could have given him.
Unbelievably, it’s not even a joke card, or a dirty one.
The front is a painting it looks like, two people in silhouette sitting on the hood of a car and looking up at the stars. It’s not a black Impala of course, but it’s…. close.
Sam rubs at his eyes, his throat tight.
Inside, there’s just three words.
You and me. Forever.
“Dean,” Sam manages, but that’s all he can seem to get out ( ... )
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💗😍
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