Seeing your skin (destiel)

(Dean) A new place

Dean was very tired when he unpacked in the new motel room. It was the fourth one on 2 weeks, and Dean Winchester was irritated on the big bags with clothes.
Sam was sitting at the table, carefully drinking a Cola, slowly watching his brother's every move. "I can help you, Dean, I wanna unpack!"
"I'm not in a good mood for jokes, Sammy," Dean snatched and threw his bag to the left.
"I'm serious; you've worked with Dad so much and I just wanna help and not just sitting here like a total douche." Sam loped with his big puppy eyes at his elder brother, who obeyed with a small grin. "Okay, thanks Sam..."
Sam was the weirdest brother ever; he enjoyed dishing and keeping it clean, pack and unpack. To start with, Dean thought Sam just did it to their father John, but as the time was going by, Dean understood that Sammy truly liked to work. He will be a good hunter, Dean thought and smirked.
He grabbed a beer and moved his ass down to a chair, exhausted after all the moving around. John had one big case and it had all included too many monsters. He couldn't take the risk that they hurtled his sons, so they had to move. Dean didn't even know why he was upset about this right now. This was quietly normal. It was a circle that Dean was trapped in: Watch the motel room, buy rock salt, watch out for Sammy. Even though Sammy was 16, John almost didn't let him be alone.
When their father was gone from the town, Dean could bring down Sam to the city, looking for chicks, drink on the pub, maybe go to the strip bar.
Dean loved his father, had always do, would always be doing. Though John was an alcoholic, though the words he dropped on his eldest son when he was angry after an unsuccessful hunt. He has saved me so many times that I'm now own him. That's what Dean always thought.
But between Sammy and John, Sam was the total favorite. He was really nice to Dean, helped him with the ladies, never told anything secretly to John, never. And he were so smart! He could write like a real writer, and was really good at math. A truly nerd!
Dean Winchester sat back and closed his eyes for a moment. Tonight, he thought, tonight...