(Written for International Fandom Day's Drabble Challenge on AO3.)


Sam's laptop whirs loading the DVD as he sits back. Dean's out drinking, so he has a few hours alone. Last week's hunt had been exhausting; Sam's ready to relax with a six-pack and season three of Buffy.

He watches for three hours, only stopping for a piss. He tears up when Buffy consigns Angel to Hell. He knows what that's like...both ways. Buffy's strong, beautiful...lithe. Sam freeze-frames the occasional shot, admiring how her snug black top hugs her--

"Dude! The Buffster!" Dean's voice, blurred by alcohol, interrupts Sam's reverie. Before he can shut the DVD off, Dean says, "Leave it on. I love me some Faith."