June 22nd excerpt:
Sherlock’s brow furrowed and he exchanged a meaningful look with John, who sank into a chair again in preparation for a long talk. The detective moved his microscope from in front of him to his work table so he could lean forward and keep eye contact with Dean unobstructed.
“John.”
“Yeah?” John glanced over his shoulder.
“If I start talking, shut me up.”
June 21st excerpt:
Another chime rang out from his pocket, and this time John bothered to check it. He gave a small sigh, turning a flat glare in Sherlock’s direction.
“Really? We’re in the same room, Sherlock.”
The detective’s frown deepened, unwavering. John rolled his eyes and read the texts.
We need to talk – SH
JOHN – SH
June 20th excerpt:
This movement caught Dean off guard, and left the smaller man clinging to the curls in surprise. “What did I say about movin?’ “ he scolded, frozen in place until he was absolutely certain Sherlock wasn’t going to knock him off. “This is hard enough already! I’d like to see you climb someone’s hair.”
Taking a deep breath to steel himself and forcing any thought of how high up he was suspended in the air on a moving person, Dean started to climb again.
Only now, he put more effort into where his boots dug into Sherlock’s scalp.
For traction.
June 19th excerpt:
“Just… don’t move,” Dean warned Sherlock severely.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
Before he could rethink his actions, Dean stood on his tiptoes on Sherlock’s shoulder, stretching to reach the black curls that cascaded down from above. Never once had Dean ever considered climbing up there, yet here he was.
June 18th excerpt:
As Sam was locked in his panic, the sounds of the world around him began to slip through the cracks. A murmur of voices in the brothers’ main room, Moira’s laugh. Distantly, Sherlock’s deep rumble as he argued with someone Sam couldn’t make out. Either a phone call–
–Or Dean.
June 17th excerpt:
“Dean.”
For the third time that morning, Dean found a voice by his side whispering his name with some urgency. The urge rose up in him to simply grab his blankets and tug them over his head, ignoring the rest of the world in favor of some much-needed sleep.
Yet Dean’s deepest nature prevented him from trying, and when the second “Dean!” came, he blinked open his eyes.
“Whu–“
June 16th excerpt:
Next, Sherlock took the remaining sample and preset it under the microscope, focusing all his attention on carefully squeezing drop after drop of warm water from the teapot next to him through an eyedropper onto the sample to watch the crystals dissolve. He waited until the process had stopped after each drop, though given the size of the sample it wouldn’t take long at all before it was all gone.
As focused as Sherlock was on his experiments, he didn’t realize he had a visitor.
June 15th excerpt:
The thought brought on an exasperated sigh, and he angrily chewed through the rest of his biscuit as he mulled it over. On some level Sherlock wanted to hear Dean out. He trusted Dean as a partner and knew he could rely on his judgment, but still–
June 14th excerpt:
John gave a light groan, feeling a kink in his neck coming on as he lifted his head a bit to blink the blurriness from his eyes and focus on the figures standing by the books.
“Hey,” he whispered as he rubbed at his eyes. He glanced at his watch, then offered a tired but warm smile. “Bit early to be up. Everything okay?”
He kept his tone light and conversational, not wanting either of them to feel put on the spot. John wasn’t interrogating them, just checking up in case they needed something.
Brothers Apart 