The exit signs take him to the hall, down the corridor and to a stairwell. Stairs are good, they work regardless of the availability of power and were it not for the fact that the rain is falling more heavily in the dark, barely lit confines of the stairwell, it’d be perfect.
He stands, gives him a kick and turns his back on the body. There’s an accountant or some kind of low level, business suit wearing douchebag staring at him. He cocks his head to the left, Dean to the right, and they stare at one another for several moments.
Dean doesn’t really care. Sam’s still crowded up into his personal space, hip on the edge of the bed and Dean hasn’t let go of him. He keeps his fingers curled up in Sam’s shirt, thinks maybe if he can hold onto him long enough that bad dreams and shitty destinies will pass them by. Thinks maybe he’s just dodged one cosmically huge bullet and that it’s got to be for a reason, that’s it’s got to be for something good. He’s here. Sam’s here and, yeah, that is good.
写手大大在hoodie_time 上求配图，于是我尽量画了，虽然各种误导跟不周到，总算搞完了OTL 原文： rainylemons.livejournal.com/26058.html