Brainlickers. A very… sweet candy. Where you pop the lid off and lick up the syrup that’s inside over the rolling ball. You loved them, loved the taste and the way it sometimes dyed your tongue the same colour

Sam also loved it, but god for a much different reason

He knew it was wrong, knew sure as shit it was. He shouldn’t be thinking about you that way, but the way you held the candy, the way your tongue slides over the top of the candy, god he needed a damn break

Dean was… well at a bar. Drinking and trying to pick up women as usual, leaving you and Sam in the same place… alone. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, you sat on the couch watching TV with that damn candy. Jesus he needed to change the subject

“So uh… what are you watching?”

he cleared his throat