when you are done

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TITLE: when you are done

AUTHOR: ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: 3.10. (Guess fic takes place after 3.10 but before 3.11. In that time-span.)

GENRE: gen

CHARACTERS: Dean thing. With Sam.

SUMMARY: First time it happens, he’s driving.

RATING: PG-13. I like cussing.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own. Bloody hell.

NOTE: for iamstealthyone’s birthday. Request was Dean. h/c. Banter. Dean in a towel. Either of those, so I thought, what the hell. Let’s do them all.

NOTE2: beta by very lovely erinrua

 

 

 

First time it happens, he’s driving. It’s a casual day with a nice, cool breeze through the window, and they’re heading to Miami cuz Bobby said that’s where he had a lead on the Colt (and the goddamned bitch). When he looks in the rear view mirror he doesn’t catch the endless road reversed. Or not just. The other Dean’s sitting in the back seat, black eyes and a dimple and a flick of his fingers, just like in his dream. The Dean in the driver’s seat swerves and would have hit a tree if Sam hadn’t gripped the steering wheel.

 

He pulls over and gets out, ignoring Sam’s hands white against the panel, ignoring Sam slamming the door, more worried than pissed.

 

“Dean, what just happened?” Sam asks. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!”

 

“Dude, if it was a ghost I’d have rocksalted its ass”, Dean says. “I’m fine. Must be something I ate.”

 

Sam scoffs and starts with Dean and talk and what the hell and I’m in this, too and if you’re tired let me drive.

 

“I’m okay, Sam.”

 

Dean gets back in the driver’s seat, moves the mirror to him. It’s just him. Same old Dean, and yeah, he’d love that; getting old and all that shit. Getting the chance to get old, really. He’ll take anything.

 

( They drive on. )