Fics like 'til all my sleeves are stained red

It's one of the hottest summers they've had in years and even the bunker's air conditioning doesn't do much to stifle the heat. Dean shifts uncomfortably, becoming increasingly aware of the waves of body heat emanating from Jack. Actually, now that he thinks about it, Jack is wearing a sweater. He's in a sweater in a heat that's leaving Dean near-burning wearing a t-shirt. Okay, Jack has his quirks, but surely the kid would be more comfortable in something a bit thinner? "Hey," Dean says, nudging Jack's shoulder. "You're not too hot?" Dean asks, gesturing to the odd choice of clothing. Jack's eyebrows furrow, shaking his head just slightly. "No, Dean, I'm okay." Dean nods as if he's alright with that answer but when Jack tilts his head a certain way, the light catches his face and Dean can see a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. Jack is lying.

Fics like 'til all my sleeves are stained red

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