Sam curled up on Dean’s armchair and watched episode Eleven of Gears and Tears. He breathed deep through his nostrils to pull the fading scent of the man he desired from the cushion, then crushed it to his chest, and closed his eyes. He only reopened them when the theme tune signalled the episode had ended.
Sam didn’t linger at the house but locked up and got into his car. He enjoyed the series, but it was secondary to spending time with Dean.
He walked into his house and slammed the door behind him. The windows rattled, and a few coats slipped from their pegs on to the floor.
“Jesus, Sam.” His mum scowled. “What the hell was that for?”
He stooped down for the coats and hung them up ready to be knocked off again. “Nothing.”
Her gaze followed him across the hallway, and she sighed. “Gu
