The Ballad of Brotherhood

Epilogue

"It's really nice here." Sam remarks, laying out on the beach, letting the waves crest the tips of his toes. The sun is shining down on them and he really enjoys it. Dean was never a fan of this kind of weather, but he's laying next to Sam, arms folded under his head, peering up at the bright sky.

"Yeah." Dean sighs and pulls his shades down the bridge of his nose, eyeing Sam up. "You know, we did good, Sammy."

It is an easy, simple choice of wording, but Sam grins at him and nods. "Yeah, we did, didn't we?"

They both resume their positions and let the sun beat down on their bare chests. It's relaxing. Sam still has the very faint lavendar spots on parts of his chest, reminders of that fateful night, but he is over it. Mackensie cannot win, because the game is over.

They are silent for a while, and they take in their surroundings.

"Some pretty hot chicks here." Dean notes, eyes bobbing as a beautiful brunette struts past them.

"You know..." Dean starts, turning back slowly to face Sam. "You could use this whole torture thing to your advantage."

Sam gapes at his brother in awe. "Excuse me!?"

"Well, you can always give them this sob story, then have them 'kiss your boo-boos'." Dean smirks, as if Sam should find this funny.

"That's real sophisticated, Dean." Sam shakes his head.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Again with the silence. It's what they do best in times like these. They enjoy it.

"Well, maybe if you weren't snogging over every woman that walks past you, you might get some ladies yourself, Dean."

Dean stares at him blankly.

"The 'ladies' go for guys like me, Sam." He lays a hand on his chest and settles his head into his folded arms.

"Yeah, okay..."

"Ah, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...you have much to learn, young grasshopper."

Fin.

I'm wondering if I should make a sequel or not? Let me know what you think!