Where the Fun Bits Go

Team Free Will - 4,268 words - Season 12

“Do you know you do that?” Sam says on the breath of a half-laugh.

Dean is zoned-out, staring at the motel fridge and not seeing it. “Do what?”

“You- ugh. You sit there with your mouth on your phone?”

Dean blinks. Blinks across the kitchenette table at Sam, his face kinda disgusted and concerned over his laptop.

He realizes his mouth is pressed to the bottom of his cell phone. He sits that way, sometimes, with his lips pressed to the firm line of its base or just tapping it against his chin or thinking.

“Like, the first thing I saw you do when we got this room was toss your keys and your phone on the bedspread and you know they don’t bother washing the bedspreads in these places. Not to mention how many times you’ve set your phone down on, like, a counter? Tables in diners? Chairs?? Dropped it on the bathroom floor?” Sam shivers dramatically. “It’s gross, dude. You don’t know where your phone ends up and then I see you with your-”

Actually, he’s totally right. It is pretty gross. “Oh my god.” He gets up.

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Oh! Right…Garth! Humans can be fun, especially long gangly ones. More fun with friends though…

Crowley for @the-windigos-are-listening (sorry it took me so long dear)