They’re loud enough coming into the motel room that Sam would feel bad for the neighbors, if this weren’t a total dirtbag no-tell. $39 a night and worth every grimy penny. Dean’s still telling him about the plot of Metalstorm. At volume.
“Dude, and then Hurok—I told you about his backstory, right? With the Two-Eyed Queen?”
“Maybe,” Sam says, dropping to the nearer bed. “I think I lost the will to live somewhere around the killer shrapnel tornadoes.”
A raspberry. Dean stows the six-pack they bought on the way back from the bar in the mini-fridge and pulls out two bottles. “Telling you, no appreciation,” he says, but he’s not pissed. He’s grinning at Sam, weirdly cheery like he’s been all day.
“What’s with you,” Sam says, accepting his beer. Dean cracks it for him with the ring, plops down on the other bed. His boots stretched out around Sam’s legs. “You’re like—a kid cracked out on birthday candy.”
“Hey, this is a good day, man,” Dean says, expansive. He waves a hand, vaguely encompassing the dingy room and Hollywood and the whole world, possibly. “Got to go to a legit movie set, met two movie stars, and the case isn’t even really a case, which means no dead guy, which means no digging up a grave, which means: we got the night off, hombre.”
He says it with the h. “Pretty sure Gerard St. James doesn’t count as a movie star,” Sam says, but it’s hard not to smile back at Dean when he’s being—ebullient, practically.
Dean grins, knows he won. “You’re not ruining this for me,” he says, pointing at Sam. Then—it’s strange, how quick—his grin dips, turns. His lower lip bitten, lopsided. “I know you wanted a—a distraction, or whatever. We can find another job. Here or we could go south maybe. TJ?” His eyebrows pop. “Could get a show.”
“Spare me,” Sam says. Dean leans forward, looking all over Sam’s face, which heats. God, Dean. So annoying Sam could kill him, but also… “Thought you wanted to go to the Hard Rock Cafe, anyway.”
A second, two. Dean finishes examining his aura or something and then his grin gets dirtier, which is impressive because Sam thought he’d found a new depth before. “Hey, we can get hard as a rock right here,” he says, and Sam rolls his eyes, says, “That doesn’t actually—work,” and Dean surges forward not fast but inevitable as plate tectonics, pushes Sam down to his back on the bed, crawls up with his knees on either side of Sam’s hips, makes Sam hold his beer wide and to the side so it doesn’t spill, grins down into Sam’s face. Purely—glad.
“Does too,” Dean says, the dingy light riming him like a halo. Sam has no idea what he’s responding to but so what. Dean takes a swallow of his beer, throat bobbing, and then takes Sam’s out of his hand so they clink together, reaches down and sets them on the carpet. Leaves Sam free to grab his hips, his waist. Familiarity of what feels like his whole life taking over. This unseating at the back of the brain, like being drunk, except he only had two at the bar and it’s really just the wild spinning reality of—being Dean’s brother. What that means, when they’re together, and things are good.
But—“I don’t need a distraction,” Sam says, sliding his hand up Dean’s stomach. No hair, just the soft warm give of his skin. Options flickering in his gut, knowing how the night’s going to go, but he wants to be sure. That Dean knows, that it’s not—
But Dean knows. Sam can’t trust that Dean knows every swirling doubt in him, especially in these days of strange terror, but on this, with this, Dean might as well be in MENSA. “Good,” Dean says, warm. He gets his hand between them on Sam’s crotch, on where he’s swelling up the denim. Sam’s hips flinch, curving up. A crooked smile, and then his tongue touching the point of his tooth. All the blood in Sam’s brain drains abruptly to where it’s needed. Dean leans down, close, so Sam can smell his beer-breath and his skin. Salt. Sam’s mouth waters and Dean looks between his eyes. Making it easy. “Wouldn’t want you distracted.”
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I’ve seen those memes of like “Hannibal vs Hannibal if he had just asked Will on a date” with the second being much smaller
But god can you imagine if season one happened and they were dating, if he had asked Will out in the first one or two episodes? If he wasn’t doing those things to a client/friend but a romantic partner?
(Note: Not implying dating is greater than friendship, but there are more socially defined boundaries in a romantic relationship that come with expectations of responsibility and a feeling of emotional ownership, while Hannibal repeatedly in canon is able to hide behind the idea that he isn’t even friends with Will but merely that there is friendship potential, getting around the idea of said social and personal responsibility that comes with friendship in a way he couldn’t if he had a verbally and socially acknowledged relationship with Will. This is based mainly on the idea of them having definite, undeniable form of relationship with defined expectations others are aware of that Hannibal would not be able to say aren’t there because there wasn’t actually anything happening beyond therapy, as well as an implication of an increase in time spent together and access to each other)
Would it have changed his reaction to Bella if he now had a romantic partner and could understand the idea of having this person keep that level of secret from him and how it would feel to learn this? But also the allure of having a secret like that to keep from his partner and the power it would give him in the relationship, making him feel more secure?
Hannibal’s reaction to Will being too busy for him because he’s going after the Chesapeake Ripper now that it’s not just as a patient/friend missing an appointment/chance to hang out but his partner being at work rather than with him? That in a way he was taking Will away from himself but can’t stop trying to impress him as the Ripper and hear Will’s thoughts? The “date with the Chesapeake Ripper” comment now directly referencing that Hannibal is in one way losing him and in another way gaining him and the lengths he will go to have him both ways?
We saw how Hannibal reacted when it was possible Tobias killed Will Graham his friend, but if Tobias came in and insinuated he had just killed Will Graham the person he was actively in a relationship with? Will Graham who he at that point would have felt a level of ownership over, especially given that in the show it’s the episode he realized he genuinely began seeing Will as a friend so it would be him realizing he genuinely was in a mutual relationship and not just him playing a game while the other person thinks it’s serious? And that being the moment he learns another serial killer might have killed Will?
Hannibal telling Will his job will be the death of him and Will justifying it by saying he’s saving lives and Hannibal snapping back that he doesn’t care about their lives he cares about Will’s life?
Alana in the show saying she can’t be with Will while he’s in his current mental state while Hannibal uses that state to his advantage?
The reveal that Will has had encephalitis and Hannibal has know and done nothing and is in fact allowing it to worsen? It has a low mortality rate but it’s still there (8-10%) especially if not treated, he’s not just in control with Will he’s actively risking Will’s life for his own curiosity. Would he be even more curious in a situation where he could observe Will so much more than occasional meetings? What other inconspicuous tests could he run with Will staying at his home, at least some nights? If he had full easy access to Will’s home while sleeping there?
Will acknowledging he couldn’t be with Alana because of where he’s at mentally being transferred to the question of if he and Hannibal shouldn’t be together while he’s like this and Hannibal panicking at something he genuinely wants to keep being potentially taken away? What he would say to manipulate Will into staying? The half truth way he would discuss it with Bedelia and whether he feels any guilt, and if he does questioning why he does when what he does to people hasn’t bothered him with anyone else before
Hannibal realizing Will is closing in on figuring out who he is and how this complicates him framing Will? Physically it’s easier with more access but would it be emotionally more difficult? Would he want to do it even more because of his emotional reaction?
When Will thinks he killed Abigail and is in jail, he implies Alana is lucky they didn’t get together. What would he say to Hannibal? Would he feel guilty, believing he had been putting Hannibal at risk by not leaving? Would Hannibal manipulate him to keep that feeling of guilt to reinforce the idea that he is a killer, or would he be afraid of the idea of Will ending things? How would Will perceive the state of their relationship with him in jail vs Hannibal? Would they each assume they were on the same page?
Will realizing Hannibal is not only the killer but the person who framed him, the next level of betrayal that would come with that? With the trust and access to himself that would have happened, how much it would close Will off from contact with others even more? The whole “Hannibal doing all of this just to see what Will would do” part of it?
And then how it spills into season two, with how in the show Hannibal is trying to maintain a friendship only now he still wants to keep that defined romantic relationship with Will who is obviously no longer interested? If Hannibal would genuinely see them as not together or this just a rough patch? Would he see Will as being able to stop the relationship from his end?
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