Untitled (Supernatural Fic)

[a_fools_errand]

Title: Untitled
Pairing: Kinda one-sided Sam/Dean, if you squint (which, in this case, I do :P)
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They'd have much more fun if they were mine.
Words: 159
Summary: Just a smoking drabble that popped into my head.

Dean can't remember his first cigarette.  Can't remember a burn in his throat, coughing.  Sam remembers what his was like, but it comes so naturally to Dean.  Dean who punched Sam in the gut the first time he caught him, because Fuck! That shit will kill you Sammy, and do we really need to add to that list!?, even though it doesn't seem dangerous when Dean does it.  Seems like a prayer, sinking into a warm bath after training, putting a dripping wet, ice cold can of coke to his lips after countless hours without any stops, in the summer and the desert and the Impala, beautiful but without ac.  Dean smokes like his very life depends on it, like he can't breathe without the smoke as a catalyst.  Utter relief and relaxation, with his eyelashes against his freckled skin and his mouth puckered and his cheeks pulled in and hollowed, and Sam can't help but stare.