I forgot how happy your blog makes me omg~ also ,,,, throw some smoker!dean shit at me because I live for that (bc just like reader and dean laying in bed quietly sharing a cigarette and just pretending that hunting doesn't exist and there are no monsters and they are normal for like half a second)
okay so since i am wincest trash, i had to make this about wincest so sue me.
like i can only imagine that the first time that dean found sam smoking he more or less freaked because dean was a hypocritical bastard who thought that it was only okay for him to smoke, not his little brother (pretty much what sam said when dean took away the cigarette, that along with some words that dean knew sam didn’t learn from school).
but like out of spite, sam kept smoking. he convinced some of the older kids at school to buy him a pack or share one with him and well, with a face like his no one ever did object. dean tried to fight it, tried to tell sam that it was bad for his health and sam would only throw that shit back at dean because dean smoked more than he did so finally dean just stopped trying to get sam to quit.
instead, dean told sam that if he wanted to smoke, he could only smoke with dean (because dean didn’t like the way that those guys looked at sam when he smoked) and well, sam was more happy to comply.
they didn’t smoke a lot partly because it wasn’t like they had a ton of money to spare to buy cigarettes and it was kinda a hassle to steal them so it was an irregular occurrence that they both cherished.
whenever dad would be away on a hunt or at the bar or whatever he did, dean would pull one out and stretch out on the bed, sam pressed up against his side and they would share a cigarette, letting the black tar fill their lungs and they would mutter dreams of far away places where monsters didn’t exist and they didn’t live in a crappy motel with weird ass stains everywhere. they would think of places were they could be together, actually be together, where there wasn’t the fear of being discovered of what they really were.
they would talk of places were everything was normal and dean would have high cholesterol because he eats too many cheese burgers and his body would be soft, not hardened from being a hunter. and sam, he would go to school and be a lawyer with those beautiful hazel eyes and chestnut brown hair.
the smoke would dance across their vision and create images of that house with a white picket fence and sam would have a dog and when the smoke would clear, they would see the reality that they live in and know that there would never be that normal for them.