#adhd dean & tism sam my lovies

[gunsnpie]

i have this soft early seasons hc that the moment smartphones became A Thing and you could finally take instant HD pictures of anything, sam started taking pictures of everything. a cute dog he saw on the street? snap. an interesting brick layout? snap. a squirrel eating a piece of bread in some park? snap. an ancient, pretty much decaying book in a library? snap.

snap. snap. snap.

and then when he'd get home (by that i mean, dean, at whatever motel room they were crashing in at the time), maybe to find dean making something to eat or cleaning his guns, & he'd go up to him all excited and show him every picture he took, give him small explanations, talk about how amazing it is that the pictures look so smooth and colorful and "just like the real thing, dean!" — and dean would look at all of them, and listen to sammy's explanations (even if he sometimes went on tangents dean couldn't understand), and he'd make comments, definitely tease sam a lil about his nerdyness. it didn't matter how long it took, because seeing his baby brother so happy about something so small just- made his heart hurt, filled him with affection. made dean realize how much he missed it, missed sam going on rants about science, about books, about whatever nerdy sci-fi thing he was into at the time. missed that glint in sam's eyes, the happiness that made him look so alive (missed when life was simpler).

sam smiles as he shows dean a picture of a blossoming flower and all dean can think about is how much he loves this kid.