Characters: Sam/Dean (Wincest)
Summary: Pre-series drabble on "Taste" for 100_ghosts.
It isn't a bar, only a beer in someone's room, because the world cares that Sam's underage now and he can't just walk into those forbidden places on the heels of his father's determination.
Just beer—smoke but no atmosphere, no green eyes scanning the room before meeting his with unspoken promise.
Tangy, bitter, sharp—so fucking familiar—and the memories collide: Dean's bed, parking lot shadows, lust-warmed skin, and Dean's mouth on his that tasted just like this, just like.
I have to do this, he'd told himself last summer.
Chasing his future meant leaving Dean behind…
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