Work Header  Blink (the Rapid Eye Movement remix)  Work Text:
It wasn't obvious to Dean that he was losing time for a while.
(How long? That—funny thing—that was lost to him too.) It wasn't
like people regularly looked back and said, 'Hey, what was I
doing an hour ago?'  Or maybe other people were like that.
Dean's grasp of normal had never been what you'd call strong.
He took the first step towards piecing it together when he was
staring at the car, trying to figure out what was wrong.
"Dean," Sam said warningly. He had a coffee in each hand, and he
was shifting on his feet.  Dean looked at him, jerked his chin
at the car. "Something's different."  "What are you talking
about?"  That tone, dismissive and halfway to bored—Sam was
always so impatient now, and Dean's mind snagged on the now, the
idea of different stinging like thorns against unprotected skin.
Something was different. "The paint job—" he said.  Sam came
around him, looked at the car. Circled it, widdershins. "No
scratches, Dean. C'mon, get in