(In response to this post)
There’s BOTH! The season finale for Brothers Lost will be a RIDE!
And this isn’t even like, half of what’s going on in the story
Dean forced open the pocket, snaking two fingers in to pry out the people in there. His plan went awry when a bolt of pain struck. “OW!”
Snatching his hand back, Dean stared at the thin trail of blood leaking from a cut that hadn’t been there moments before. “Son of a…”
“Dean!” Sam snapped. “It’s just a cut.”
Nodding, Dean went back, this time moving too fast for an attack, and yanking the occupants of Jacob’s pocket out.
In a sprawl of arms and legs, the small pair that had been hiding inside landed on Dean’s palm. A glint of metal flashed, and Dean pinned the tiny knife between two fingers, aiming to avoid anymore retaliatory strikes at his fingers.
The guy that wielded the knife didn’t let it go without a fight. Squirming to free himself from the pile with the second, he clung to the hilt with a death-grip.
“Get fucked!” he shouted, digging his heels into the cushion of skin on Dean’s palm.
The guy hanging onto the knife might as well be his doppelganger.
Jeans, boots, leather jacket and duffel bag, the guy couldn’t be more than four inches in height. Taller than both of the others they’d found earlier, what stood out the most was his spike of blond hair and the scowl on his face that was a mirror of Dean’s own.
The tiny mirror of Dean had such a strong grip on the knife hilt that he was dragged into the air when Dean tried to twist it away from him. The second person, who Dean shouldn’t have been so surprised to see the fluffy dark hair and familiar hazel eyes of his younger brother on, dove for the first guy’s legs, grabbing on and trying to lend weight to the tug-of-war between the two.
Sam’s voice broke the spell that had fallen over Dean.
“What. The hell.”