To Fill the Empty Spaces
This is a drabble, written in response to the Chick Flick Moments challenge at the spn-het-love community on Livejournal.
Disclaimer: The Winchester boys aren't mine. The Colt isn't mine. Wish the car was mine.
Characters: Dean, Sam, OFC (GEN)
The empty spaces between them were never filled with words, even if Sam used a deliberate vocabulary.
He was fine. Everything was under control. He could earn the trust of strangers with a smile but Dean's jaw clenched every time Sam said there was nothing to worry about.
Dean cracked jokes, tapping out a rhythm on every scratched motel table between Wisconsin and the open road, but the skin around his eyes stretched tight from his too-bright smile.
She was no stranger to empty spaces, to places full of unspoken words that ached, but all she could do was watch.
The title is a lyric from the song "Empty Spaces" by Pink Floyd. The prompt I specifically used for this one was Say Anything… The OFC could be generic but I did have a specific one in mind when I wrote this piece.