Where Do We Go From Nowhere?: Sam/Dean: for fallen_vessel

[needtoknowonly]

Dean was quiet that day, not really aimless quiet as before... but thoughtful as always. He had no clue what this supposed change meant. Were he and Sam meant to keep moving, survive.. or just wait, and even - well, live. Sammy was better now, a little and that was a good thing. The best thing

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[fallen_vessel]

[Sam stirs at the press of warm lips, rubbing at his eyes.] Dean? It's early.. where are you going?

[needtoknowonly]

Yeah, so sleep Sammy. [he smiled as he shifted his legs around to stand up from where he was trying to kneel up.

The bed was softer than others but that was because it was an actual one this time. Mattress in tact and everything. They'd dragged it out to their little farmhouse place and right now - he was down a jacket, having draped it over his brother to use.

He hadn't the heart to take it. And this walk wouldn't take long, he told himself.] Back soon.

[fallen_vessel]

[The jacket was warm, comfortable and the bed was softer than anything he'd slept on in years. But he still shifts at the change in the bed, knows the moment Dean moves.

[Sleepily he reaches out for his brother's wrist.] Stay?

[needtoknowonly]

Sam -- [Dean leant in, eyes seeking out his.] You need to sleep, okay? I'll be back. [and yes - he might have emphasised because he felt he needed to, there.]