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December 6th excerpt:

The glass of whiskey was on Lestrade’s half of the table, guarded closely by one of the DI’s hands, but it hadn’t been picked up yet for a sip since being refilled. Dean gave himself at least five minutes before Lestrade remembered it, and started to edge towards that side of the table. Between Sherlock’s rambles and the drink buzzing inside him, Dean had an unnatural level of confidence in his ability to go unseen. The glass was only a little taller than he was, clearly he’d be able to reach the alcohol level inside to fill his cup again.

He’d earned this whiskey, dammit.

By the time he was halfway across the table, Dean had managed to tune both Sherlock and Lestrade completely out in lieu of his mission for a refill.

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December 5th excerpt:

Realizing Lestrade had already helped himself to a second glass, Dean sent Sherlock a glare for failing to be a host and providing more whiskey.

With his options narrowed down to either interrupting Sherlock mid-story or securing his own second glass, Dean decided on the latter. Lestrade had that same glazed look that John adopted when Sherlock really got on a bend.

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December 4th excerpt: 

“I take it you have a few questions before you go,” said Sherlock curtly, setting down the glass he’d finally tracked down.

“I do, yeah…” Lestrade made a move to take the drink Sherlock poured, but the first thing the detective did was tilt the glass so that the drink was within reach for Dean. By the pointed gaze Sherlock was giving him, it was clear to Lestrade that he was being shown exactly who was first priority here. Lestrade couldn’t contest that either, so he sat back and folded his hands on the table in front of him, waiting for Dean to take his drink first.

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December 3rd excerpt: 

Lestrade, admittedly, lost himself in thought as he watched a person he thought he knew fairly well interacting with someone who, by all rights and laws of nature, shouldn’t exist. It was certainly a sight he never thought he’d see, and he couldn’t stop staring at Dean while the little fella’s attention was elsewhere.

Dean seemed American, which was definitely noteworthy, and fairly young. Lestrade couldn’t tell for sure, but he couldn’t be older than his mid-twenties. Everything about him was scaled down perfectly, from his boots to his jeans and jacket.

Curiosity got the better of Lestrade, and without putting much thought to it, he reached forward slowly to place his hand next to Dean, a few inches away. He stood his hand on its side, shifting his gaze between it and the tiny man to see how he measured up next to his palm.

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December 2nd excerpt:

Dean stuck his lip out in what almost looked like a pout, rebellious at the way Sherlock made sense as he talked about Dean interacting with a new human.

“If I do this,” Dean said, refusing to give in completely, “if, you better make sure he doesn’t get any ideas about grabbing me. This size might have its perks when you need to get into small spaces, but it comes with a whole mountain of disadvantages I’d rather be without. If you agree that you’ll keep him under control… I’ll do it. If only because I doubt we’ll be sneakin’ me into any more crime scenes after today otherwise.”

Of all things, being left out of Sherlock’s detective work sounded like the worse of the options.

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December 1st excerpt:

With things coming to a close, Dean realized it was coming time to get back into hiding. He patted down the scarf around him to figure out how it was set up, wishing he could see better for the umpteenth time. Once he found an edge, he pulled it up.

Before vanishing under, Dean griped, “I’m holding you both to this!” and yanked it over his head, muttering for Sherlock’s ears only, “and for the record, this is a terrible idea. I’m not baring my soul to some stranger.”

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November 30th excerpt:

Not one to be left out of even the chance of a drink, Dean immediately jumped back into the conversation, waving a hand over his head to be sure they were paying attention to him. “I’ll take a whiskey! Neat!” he ordered, remembering exactly how to say it from a childhood spent watching his father go to bars and months spent at Bobby’s house, sneaking shots of whiskey when the adults weren’t paying attention.

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November 28th excerpt:

Blinking harshly, Dean forced his eyes to adjust faster, until he could see the inside of the vent as good as he saw the room outside. He had to admit, out of all the perks of his size, being able to see in a near darkness was one of the better ones. The vent came into sharp clarity, and he set off, quickly jogging down the few feet to the bend in the vent.

Once Dean was close enough to make out more of the silhouette, he let out a low whistle, impressed by his findings.

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November 27th excerpt:

“And they found nothing?” Sherlock pressed.

“Not a speck,” Lestrade sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trench coat. “We might as well be dealing with a killer ghost on this one.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes, just barely holding in an exasperated sigh. Of course this was the case he brought Dean along on, only to have that thrown back in his face.