Having a sibling is either “we ride together we die together” or “no officer I’ve never seen that person before in my life” there is no in between.
What about Dean sneaking Sam into a Springsteen concert sometime in the early 90s. Like they’re both too young, but by now Dean’s good at convincing people that their Dad just stepped away for a minute and they get down close to the stage and Sam doesn’t like the crowd and hold’s Deans hand even though he’s too old to do that now and besides he can see something in his brother’s eyes that he rarely gets to see as Dean just smiles and enjoys the music.
screw them sneak ME into bruce concertbruce is just so perfect for spn i could make ten mixes with only his songs (and not repeat)
#its all about longing and trying to find something better #about the hope at the end of this long road #about big dreams and crushing dissapointment #about being a loser trying for big things #about being tripped up by all the small things #i like the way john stewart said the best #listening to bruce doesnt make you feel like a loser it makes you feel like youre in an epic poem…about losers ( awabubbles)
It’s not much and it’s probably not that great, but I wrote a supernatural thingy:
“This is so stupid Dean. I’m not a little kid anymore.” Sam glared up at his big brother.
“Dude, It’s Halloween. Free candy day.” Dean jammed the hat on his little brother’s head. He was wearing last spring’s t-ball uniform from four towns ago. The fact that it still fit wasn’t helping his mood any.
“How come you’re not dressing up?” Sam slouched his way out the motel door behind his brother.
“Just your chaperone,” grinned Dean. “Unless you want me to grab that clown wig I saw…”
Sam visibly shivered. “Whatever. I’m not holding your hand when we cross the street though.”
There was a neighborhood just a few blocks from the motel. Dean watched kids running up and down the streets with parents or older siblings tagging along behind. Sam might have been ten, but he was still cute enough to score them extra candy at a few houses while Dean lingered behind and smiled at the high school girls. Sam just rolled his eyes and dutifully rang doorbells until they reached a falling down, dark house at the end of the street.
“You don’t want to go in there, that’s the Witch’s house,” said one boy as they looked at it.
“Oh yeah?” Dean stood up a little straighter.
“Yeah. And last Halloween some girl hung herself in there.”
“Really.” Dean eyed the house while Sam rolled his eyes again. “Thanks. We should probably head home anyway.”
They headed back to the hotel. Sam shoved the bag of candy at Dean. “I know you want it anyway. Are we really going to investigate a house on Halloween? Without Dad?”
Dean popped a candy in his mouth. “Why not? Probably just kids telling stories anyway.”
