Dean looked over at Sam from the driver's side window, watching as his lips pressed into a thin, pink line. "Something botherin' you, Sammy?"
"I'm fine Dean." "Bullshit." "I said I'm fine, jerk." "Bitch." Sam sighed, frowning.
"I guess I'm just...havin' one of those days, okay? I really don't wanna talk about it."
Sam slumped down, looking depressed as he stared out the window and the countryside rolling by. Dean sighed, moving his hand from the gearshift for a moment so he could pick up Sam's own hand, kissing his knuckles gently. "You know I'm here if you need me Sam."
Sam picked up his head to give Dean an small, worn smile. "Thanks Dean."
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Radio Rebel: A Musical Adventure
FanfictionFor all the wonderfully beautiful, tragically sad and addictively inticing stories I can make via the power of music and multishipping. Open to suggestions if you have any!
