Genre: stargazin' Baby’s-hood fic
This is for madebyme_x, who might like a bit of Sam-comfort; thank you for all your kind comments and your drabbles! Happy Samhain/Halloween/All Hallows to all.
Samhain, big red moon. Two boys grown through ten more tides; clinked El Sols, inked-on Kansan sky.
You remember--Dean says.
Sam looks at him. Half a leaf, oak maybe, hairstuck.
--when you thought I was dead? Dean says.
Which time? Sam sighs. Leaf tumbles.
Darkness, Dean says.
Sam’s shoulders inch up; mouth twist, twitch of an arch. Dean lets an arm drip quiet over his brother's back.
Yeah, Sam says, blinks the way he did--
when he was a kid, pre-monster, draped in a costume-shroud.
Yeah, Sam says.
The engine goes cool.
They drink to the dead.