The Johnlock request. I’m sorry for being unoriginal… U_U
The witch’s word rang through Sam’s mind as he listened to his brother talk about their latest hunt.
“…but the spell didn’t affect me, so I managed to run out, grabbed some witch killing bullets and ganked the bitch.”
Mary nodded. “Good job. But why didn’t the spell work on you and did on Sam?”
Dean shrugged and gulped down the rest of his beer. “Who knows? Dumb luck probably.”
Sam stared at his clasped hands at the table, refusing to look at either of them. Maybe he should have told Dean?
“Sam?” Mary asked and Sam could hear suspicion in her voice. She was good.
“What?” Sam tried to ask casually, but judging by the way Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he peered at him, he did a poor job.
“Sammy? You’ve got something to share with the rest of the class?”
Sam let out an exasperated sigh and raised his hands as he yelled out, “The spell doesn’t work when a person is already in love with someone!”
The bang of his hands lowering to the table again was the last sound heard, prolonged silence stretching over them. Mary raised her eyebrows questioningly, but didn’t comment on the revelation.
When Sam dared to look at Dean, he expected anger, but instead he saw his brother fighting a smile and looking shyly - shyly! - at the table.
Dean finally looked up and grinned. “Looks like Cas always saves the day.”