I love the idea of 8y/o Dean holding little Sammy’s hand and dragging him everywhere he goes while baby Sam simply let his big brother drag him, thumb in mouth, unbothered.
Yeah this one did things to my brain. Soft Sammy thoughts below about how he would approach you like this to kiss you for the first time.
Sam had been your best friend for the better part of two decades now. The two of you grew up across the street from each other. You learned your ABCs in the very same classroom and played pretend while camping in the woods by your house. He had been there through your first heartbreak and stayed up late with you for impromptu cram study sessions when you were struggling in a complex subject; Sam had a certain way of explaining things to you that just made sense. He never failed to answer when you called, and you him. You had always just understood each other.
Through the years, you had seen Sam burn through girl after girl. It had never bothered you, aside from the fact that you wish he would pick one to invest in. You ever only want to see him happy. You had never felt that way for Sam though. He only brought you a safe warmth that you hadn't found with anyone else.
But recently the air between you had morphed into a lustful burn. The longing glances and lingering touches. And lately, whenever Sam wasn't in his sober mind, you would catch him devouring with only his eyes.
Today he brought you to his favorite art museum in New York. He had been pleading with you to let him show you the parts of the city he most adored. You were doing your best to take in as much as you could, making notes on which pieces you wanted to discuss and dissect with him later. But it was hard because you kept catching Sam staring at you from out of your peripheral.
You meet his eyes and tease him "You do know you're supposed to look at the art when you’re in an art museum? You brought us here but I swear you haven't looked at one single piece."
He only smirks and saunters towards you, "You know, I've always thought you don't fit in with the world very well, but it's so serene here that I think you belong."
Your cheeks catch a pink blaze not having expected such a tender, and albeit sappy, sentiment to come from your goofball Sam.
But you recognize this tone of his. This is the voice he uses when he is being sweet on a girl he likes. It would always make her all flustered and squirmy. But it didn't affect you this way, instead, it was a welcoming comfort. Why he would waste this charm on you was beyond your knowledge.
"Sam-" You aren't able to finish your thought when Sam had gotten more than close enough.
You place your hand on his chest to hold him steady and feel his heartbeat become erratic. He looks down at your touch and places his hand over yours, then cups your jaw with his other. He cranes his head down towards you to envelop his pink pouty lips with yours.
You feel as if his actions should startle you or take you by storm but all you felt was tranquility and a hunger for more. As if this wasn't some new thing but an affection you had shown each other for thousands of years now.
His kiss breaks into a smile as he giggles against your lips “I have been wanting to do that for so long now.”