Lessons For a Boy on the Road
Prompt: driving lesson by dev_earl
Word Count: 245
Dean doesn't teach Sam how to drive when he first asks. "If you haven't figured it out by watching, you won't figure it out at all." They're 8 and 12 at the time.
By the time Sam's 12, Dean's taken to late nights when dad's not around, coming home smelling like a bar, ashtrays and all. The night sky is bleeding into daylight and he's serious when he says, "Time to take her out for spin. What do you say?"
It's early but Sam's got steady reflexes, catching the keys without a stumble as he gets out of bed.
"And that is how you hotwire on the fly," Dean says, slapping Sam's back. "Now, you ready to figure out stick?"
Dean jerks him off before Sam leaves for college, nowhere near the car, we are not fucking anywhere near her he says and his tone is absolute.
He buys a near junker of a car, something that'll last for a thousand miles at best but it'll take him somewhere else and that's where he's going. It's stick but he knows how to use it. Learned from the best.
They're older now, and falling into new patterns, grief fading away and replaced with a burning ache. Dean's hand is warm on his shoulder.
"We'll find dad and figure this out."
Sam nods because that's what you're supposed to do when you're listening to tall tales being spoken while on a long drive.
Roller Coaster vs. Tunnel of Love
Prompt: roller coaster (of love) by deirdre_c
Word Count: 187
"A blowjob to make up for getting stuck on a haunted roller coaster isn't going to cut it," Sam says as he pulls off his favorite and beyond repair jeans off, tossing them into the fire.
"You could've ridden the tunnel of love," Dean protests. "The animatronic screams are gonna haunt me forever but we got the ghost good as gone. Coulda been worse."
"How exactly could it have been worse?"
"Come on, Sammy." Dean nods his head a little, because yes, dying, that would be worse but right now death's not something either of them are thinking too hard about what with the world again on the brink of coming to an end.
"Look," Sam says as he takes the offered pair of jeans, his least favorite but at least they're clean. "Dean, I'm not taking an apology blowjob."
"What about a I'm glad you're alive blowjob. With some fingering?" Dean wiggles his fingers in Sam's face and he slaps the offending hand away.
"How about a nice shower."
"Shower blowjob, got it."
But Dean's not listening, striding off in the direction of the car.