#rude!!

@huntingxlegacy || a meme reply || doing some inbox!

"You're not fooling me, I can see the bags under your eyes." (From DJ because he is going to call out his old man on his bad habits lol)

you're not supposed to call out your dad like that, dj. sam blows out a breath and replies with an unintelligible murmur at first. muffled by the palm that rubs over his mouth. elbows bent on the tabletop, both hands smooth his hair back out of his face before he cups the back of his neck with the right and angles his sight up to the young man standing beside the chair he's been hunched on for the better part of the last couple hours.

meeting dj's eyes--his father stays silent for a few beats. reading back and forth across that expectant gaze that puts a pang in his belly when he's reminded of a face long gone. the one dj was named after. it's exactly the same kind've look dean would've given him two decades ago. makes him homesick in a way that the soul misses half of something it knows it can't ever get back and yet--is waiting for it when the road comes to an end. whenever that may be.