enby-phoenix asked:
THERE’S BOTH??
(In response to this post)
Thereโs BOTH! The season finale for Brothers Lost will be a RIDE!
And this isnโt even like, half of whatโs 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. โOW!โ
Snatching his hand back, Dean stared at the thin trail of blood leaking from a cut that hadnโt been there moments before. โSon of aโฆโ
โDean!โ Sam snapped. โItโs just a cut.โ
Nodding, Dean went back, this time moving too fast for an attack, and yanking the occupants of Jacobโs pocket out.
In a sprawl of arms and legs, the small pair that had been hiding inside landed on Deanโs 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 didnโt 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.
โGet fucked!โ he shouted, digging his heels into the cushion of skin on Deanโs palm.
Dean stared.
The guy hanging onto the knife might as well be his doppelganger.
Jeans, boots, leather jacket and duffel bag, the guy couldnโt be more than four inches in height. Taller than both of the others theyโd found earlier, what stood out the most was his spike of blond hair and the scowl on his face that was a mirror of Deanโs 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 shouldnโt have been so surprised to see the fluffy dark hair and familiar hazel eyes of his younger brother on, dove for the first guyโs legs, grabbing on and trying to lend weight to the tug-of-war between the two.
Samโs voice broke the spell that had fallen over Dean.
โWhat. The hell.โ