Dean was pretty fucking proud of himself.
It was obvious by the way Sam kept half-heartedly swirling the barrel to make the beer swish around that he was still reluctant about the taste. But the buzz was obvious, showing in his giant hazel eyes, in the relaxed slump of those building-size shoulders.
“I still don't see why getting drunk is that big a deal,” Sam protested without conviction.
“Didn't get to see you hit twenty-one,” Dean shot back, fond amusement in the tone. He knocked back his own from his place on top of the trailer. “Know I'm a year late, but a fucking truckload of beer? I am awesome.”
Dean was glad to be on an old-fashioned monster hunt. Something physical he could shoot. No ghostly possessions or haunted mirrors or shit. He’d had enough spirits this last couple of months to last a damn lifetime. Though who the fuck knew what was out here. His best guess? A wendigo. This many people going missing? Had to be.
He crept through the underbrush with silent steps, scanning the forest around him. He hadn't found anything yet. He was coming up on four in the morning, and things seemed just as quiet as any other woodsy fall night. Plenty of crickets and raccoons, but nothing out of the ordinary.
He sighed and leaned against
Returning [Brothers Apart AU] by smolstiel, literature
Literature
Returning [Brothers Apart AU]
Dean knew why he was here.
There could be only one reason why Dad would send him to the motel where he had lost his Sammy, so long ago. Only one reason why he had specified the same room where the witch had tried to kill them both, and succeeded with one. Only one reason why he would force Dean to face his failure all over again.
His hands were steady as he unlocked the door and came inside. He dumped his duffel to one side of the room with a thump, and stared at the closed curtains on the other side.
“Finally.”
The voice was one Dean knew all too well, and he knew, he knew he shouldn't have come. He immediately cocked his saw
The Time Sammy Was the Statue of Liberty by smolstiel, literature
Literature
The Time Sammy Was the Statue of Liberty
You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. — C.S. Lewis
...
Sam was watching him, cautious and treading lightly, and Dean was getting more wary by the second.
“What do you mean you have a trueform?” Dean demanded. “Like an angel?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah. Like an angel.” He paused. “Cas said his was the size of the Chrysler building.”
He snorted. Took a swig of beer. Swallowed to say, “Yeah, you gonna tell me you're the size of the Empire State?” He looked back to see Sam studying him with an expression that scared him.
“Actually, I’m a lot smaller than
As a hunter, Sam had been exposed to many terrifying things over the years. Rotting corpses brought back to an undead life, werewolves macking on bloody human flesh like it was fried chicken, giant arachnid monsters that laid their eggs in people’s stomachs, death curses that did everything from melting people Indiana Jones style to turning them inside out. All of this was completely overshadowed by the sound a witch made when stepped on by an eighty-foot giant. He was intimately familiar with the crack of bone, the horrible wet sound of flesh tearing, the sound of agonized screams. The stuff of nightmares. But the effortless way Dean c
Dean hadn't seriously started to worry until two extra hours had passed above the hour he had allowed Sam. Well, one extra hour after. Okay, fine, it was more like half an hour, but cut him some slack. He didn't go looking for him until after the two hours, in any case.
One of the things that he had noticed since upsizing was that he had a knack for finding things. If he was focusing on it, he could almost map out in his head which direction to go and where to look once he was there. The first time he had followed his sixth sense, he’d found a boombox blasting Metallica, assumed he’d heard it subconsciously, and left it at that.
So Dean had fucking cuddled with the Impala.
Sam really should have seen that coming by the way he caressed it as he picked it up, but he was a bit busy trying not to freak out. At least he hadn't been inside the damn thing, though Dean had been eager to try it. C’mon, Sammy. It’ll be fun, Sammy. Like a thrill ride! Ride the Dean Coaster! Don't be a pussy, Sammy. Yeah, fuck to the no. At least Dean hadn't pressed once he was taken in by the car. In fact it had taken every trick Sam had to get him to put it back down. But eventually they had parted ways for the moment, Sam to a nearby diner and Dean back into the woods, presumably
Dean held Sam in a makeshift hug for a long, perfect moment. The little spot of warmth and teeny tiny heartbeat — that was Sammy. Sammy. All grown up and hunting. Holy shit.
And then the spot moved, shifting a little, and said, “Dude. Your breath reeks.”
Dean laughed and took that as his cue to wrap up their little Hallmark moment. “Well, if you find a toothbrush my size, send it my way. I've kinda had to make do for a while.” He pulled Sam away from his face and set him gently on the ground again. And, yeah, he knew he was big, but holy shit. Sam was tiny. It wasn't as though he’d had a lot of human cont
Dean was pretty fucking proud of himself.
It was obvious by the way Sam kept half-heartedly swirling the barrel to make the beer swish around that he was still reluctant about the taste. But the buzz was obvious, showing in his giant hazel eyes, in the relaxed slump of those building-size shoulders.
“I still don't see why getting drunk is that big a deal,” Sam protested without conviction.
“Didn't get to see you hit twenty-one,” Dean shot back, fond amusement in the tone. He knocked back his own from his place on top of the trailer. “Know I'm a year late, but a fucking truckload of beer? I am awesome.”
Dean was glad to be on an old-fashioned monster hunt. Something physical he could shoot. No ghostly possessions or haunted mirrors or shit. He’d had enough spirits this last couple of months to last a damn lifetime. Though who the fuck knew what was out here. His best guess? A wendigo. This many people going missing? Had to be.
He crept through the underbrush with silent steps, scanning the forest around him. He hadn't found anything yet. He was coming up on four in the morning, and things seemed just as quiet as any other woodsy fall night. Plenty of crickets and raccoons, but nothing out of the ordinary.
He sighed and leaned against
Returning [Brothers Apart AU] by smolstiel, literature
Literature
Returning [Brothers Apart AU]
Dean knew why he was here.
There could be only one reason why Dad would send him to the motel where he had lost his Sammy, so long ago. Only one reason why he had specified the same room where the witch had tried to kill them both, and succeeded with one. Only one reason why he would force Dean to face his failure all over again.
His hands were steady as he unlocked the door and came inside. He dumped his duffel to one side of the room with a thump, and stared at the closed curtains on the other side.
“Finally.”
The voice was one Dean knew all too well, and he knew, he knew he shouldn't have come. He immediately cocked his saw
The Time Sammy Was the Statue of Liberty by smolstiel, literature
Literature
The Time Sammy Was the Statue of Liberty
You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. — C.S. Lewis
...
Sam was watching him, cautious and treading lightly, and Dean was getting more wary by the second.
“What do you mean you have a trueform?” Dean demanded. “Like an angel?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah. Like an angel.” He paused. “Cas said his was the size of the Chrysler building.”
He snorted. Took a swig of beer. Swallowed to say, “Yeah, you gonna tell me you're the size of the Empire State?” He looked back to see Sam studying him with an expression that scared him.
“Actually, I’m a lot smaller than
As a hunter, Sam had been exposed to many terrifying things over the years. Rotting corpses brought back to an undead life, werewolves macking on bloody human flesh like it was fried chicken, giant arachnid monsters that laid their eggs in people’s stomachs, death curses that did everything from melting people Indiana Jones style to turning them inside out. All of this was completely overshadowed by the sound a witch made when stepped on by an eighty-foot giant. He was intimately familiar with the crack of bone, the horrible wet sound of flesh tearing, the sound of agonized screams. The stuff of nightmares. But the effortless way Dean c
Dean hadn't seriously started to worry until two extra hours had passed above the hour he had allowed Sam. Well, one extra hour after. Okay, fine, it was more like half an hour, but cut him some slack. He didn't go looking for him until after the two hours, in any case.
One of the things that he had noticed since upsizing was that he had a knack for finding things. If he was focusing on it, he could almost map out in his head which direction to go and where to look once he was there. The first time he had followed his sixth sense, he’d found a boombox blasting Metallica, assumed he’d heard it subconsciously, and left it at that.
So Dean had fucking cuddled with the Impala.
Sam really should have seen that coming by the way he caressed it as he picked it up, but he was a bit busy trying not to freak out. At least he hadn't been inside the damn thing, though Dean had been eager to try it. C’mon, Sammy. It’ll be fun, Sammy. Like a thrill ride! Ride the Dean Coaster! Don't be a pussy, Sammy. Yeah, fuck to the no. At least Dean hadn't pressed once he was taken in by the car. In fact it had taken every trick Sam had to get him to put it back down. But eventually they had parted ways for the moment, Sam to a nearby diner and Dean back into the woods, presumably
Dean held Sam in a makeshift hug for a long, perfect moment. The little spot of warmth and teeny tiny heartbeat — that was Sammy. Sammy. All grown up and hunting. Holy shit.
And then the spot moved, shifting a little, and said, “Dude. Your breath reeks.”
Dean laughed and took that as his cue to wrap up their little Hallmark moment. “Well, if you find a toothbrush my size, send it my way. I've kinda had to make do for a while.” He pulled Sam away from his face and set him gently on the ground again. And, yeah, he knew he was big, but holy shit. Sam was tiny. It wasn't as though he’d had a lot of human cont
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