July 16th excerpt:

This phone held John’s number, Bobby’s, Sam’s cell he’d bought at the beginning of the year in case the kid needed to call him from the room, their new friend Jacob, known through their association with the wood sprite Bowman Leafwing, and some of Dean’s old hunting buddies. This meant it was seconds before Dean had the message up on his phone, holding it towards John for him to see.

8-13-05; 12:07AM – Haven, Kansas

“Dean,” John said slowly. “I don’t know who sent you that message, but it wasn’t me.

Dean closed his mouth from the shock. “Then who–“

The way the curse itself works on the cursed children actually heightens their immune systems along with making them far stronger than an average human.

It’s extremely hard to get them sick with a common cold or the flu or even regular viruses. Not impossible, but as close to it as they can get. Their bodies fight off the infections long before they notice.

Getting drunk is far easier, and their own damn fault if they do it (smol Dean could use some lessons in portion control when it comes to drinking).

Of course, living most of their lives without getting common illnesses also leaves them incredibly unprepared if someone does get sick, the way Sam had no idea how to tend his older brother when Dean made the mistake of drinking until he got the worst hangover.

They’re much better at this now with some schooling from Jacob.

July 15th excerpt:

A distant “Come in!” made its way to where they stood, and Sam and Dean both frowned in unison, a silent look passing between them.

“What is it?” Walt asked warily, disliking the way the air filled with tension.

“Might be nothing,” Dean muttered, his voice staying low for them.

“Might be something,” Sam interjected, one hand tight on Dean’s collar while the other rested against his brother’s neck.

July 14th excerpt:

“Riiiight,” Walt said slowly, pulling away from Dean’s neck once they were clear. “I… don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

“The crazy’s only just begun,” Dean muttered under his breath, and received an instant jab in the neck from Sam for his troubles.

When a witch made him small as a figurine
Now he’s stuck in the dark, a world unseen
(He’s gotta be a smol, ‘cause he’s Jacob Andris)

It’s a lot of hard work, but you can’t just quit
He and Sam livin’ large in spite of it
Since that great big flash when everything just changed
and their molecules got all rearranged

Is that what you were going for, anon? XD