Lost
lost
Supernatural
Sam/Dean
100 words
adult content: sexuality, theme
for the supernatural100 challenge: crossover
(I swear I’ve seen that sign before.) Sam counts white lines on the highway. (We’re lost, Dean.)
(Not lost,) Dean says again.
Sam pops the glovebox and reaches in for the map.
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In the dark, Dean traces lines on his brother’s skin, roads going nowhere. Sam shivers under his fingers, pulls him close so he won’t have to look him in the eyes.
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The same white lines, the same stretch of highway. Sam says forever, (We’re lost, Dean.) At a crossroads, Dean slows down, stops. There is always a choice, or never. He makes the same turn. They keep driving.
