April 18th, 2007

the arch of the eyebrows gives it away

SPN drabble for tabaqui's birthday!

Happy birthday, tabaqui! I hope this is what you wanted . . .

The star-shaped hole in his jeans always catches his eye when he spreads his legs. It's like a little reminder of the way in which everything in his life is worn down with age and use; these jeans are soft and tattered, the Impala is working on her fourth click of the odometer, his amulet is a warm weight with a dull gleam. Worn, but not trashed; they all fit him now better than ever. The only thing he's got that's shiny and new, always new, is Sam's wide smile when they're sitting like this, hip to hip and silent.