"tell me again about the boy you love."
sam tipped the bottle back and stared ahead. he'd managed to put away more than dean and this got his approval.
he clapped him on the back and went to get the waitress' number. for himself or for his brother sam had no clue. he didn't care. he didn't want her number.
"c'mon, i've told you enough, haven't i?"
"tell me what you haven't told anyone. tell me everything."
sam laughed. he didn't mean to. he always thought it was funny how invested jo got with his relationships. she'd cared since they were kids sitting behind the bar.
she'd always made it her business.
"he plays soccer and he's the fastest runner i've ever seen. he has these flecks of gold in his eyes, they glow, jo. they glow."
he could still remember how he looked at him, how he always held so much love for sam. he missed how hard they'd fought to keep in contact. they even went to the same college for a while.
sam missed talking about parker.
