“ oh, c’mon now sammy don’t you wanna talk about it. cry a little. mourn your brother. because him? yeah he’s long gone. ” smirk pulls at one side of his lips, eyes flashing dark at the other briefly before going back to the same green eyes that dean had. “ and he ain’t comin’ back any time soon, ” he tells him, circling him with his head cocked to the side. “ bet it makes you with you were dead too, huh? i can arrange that. all you gotta do is ask. ”

Sam was being unreasonable. 

Time and again Elena had tried to...to figure out if there was something more here or if it was just her who was falling too fast for him. He was the one who kept her at arms length. He was the one who wouldn’t open up to her. So why was he here now, glaring at her as if she was the one who had done something wrong?

          “ that’s a good way to lose an eye buddy -- ” she didn’t exactly take kindly to anyone pointing a gun at her as it was, especially when it felt like they were sneaking up on her. “ i’m not sure if you followed me or what, but i’m gonna need you to stop pointing that damn thing at me before things get ugly in here. ” shooting some random guy wasn’t on her to-do list, but she’d make an exception if he didn’t put the gun down.

can u not dad.

           he  doesn’t  do  celebrating,  much.   the  occasional  birthday  ( not  his  own ),  christmas  if  he’s  got  someone,  the  new  year  because  it’s  on  every  television  station  there  is,  every  sodding  year.   the  smaller  shite  never  gathers  more  than  an  irritated  little  side  glance.   save  for  saint  patrick’s  day,  hip  hip  hoorah  and  shots  all  around.

                  but  when  his  boy  does  sweet  shite  like  this?   alright,  MAYBE  he’ll  get  in  the  holiday  spirit.   just  a  little  bit.

  the  whiskey  gets  a  grin,  cigarettes  immediately pocketed,  and  he  barely  gives  the  herbs  a  glance  before  shoving  everything  off  to  the  side  and  climbing  up  onto  the  back  of  the  couch  to  return  the  kiss  with  a  little  added  height  advantage,  patting  sam’s  cheek  when  they  part  and  trying  with  every  muscle  in  his  body  to  keep  the  fondness  out  of  his  smirk.

                              ‘ sappy  sod.   you en't  gettin'  off  with  a  kiss  like  that. ‘

          maybe  later  he’ll  hunt  down  the  not  cursed  flowers  he  stole  from  the  garden  of  eden,  and  the  ridiculous  plastic  water  gun  he’s  filled  with  holy  water.   maybe  later  he’ll  pull  a  few  strings  on  some  romantic  glade  where  the  trees  walk  like  lord  of  the  rings  to  satisfy  sam’s  nerdy  little  heart.  but  right  now,  right  here,  this  is  all  that  matters.