Sneak peek of Brothers Befriended

Sam and Dean have found a flat and London that has no other borrowers living in it, and no family pets. It looks perfect at first glance, but with five human brothers living there, the Winchesters are in for more than they can handle!

  • ( A special note for this AU: Changing things up in a big way, we decided to take the age range of the characters and skew them. Normally in our other AUs, Dean is one year younger than Stan, who is the youngest of the Bakers. In Brothers Befriended, Dean is the oldest in the group at 17, and Stan is the youngest, at only 10. All of the other Bakers have been aged down like Stan, leaving Simon (who is the oldest of the Baker brothers) at 16 years old. )

The sun was low, barely a trickle through the shaded windows.

Dean had no need of the few streams of sunlight as he arrived at his destination, humming contentedly as he found the supplies he needed just as he’d thought.

Several paper clips were strewn through the papers scattered over the table. Distantly, Dean could hear voices. He stayed alert and at the ready, prepared to jump into action.

If they waited until night fell, the supplies they needed, left so carelessly strewn about, would be cleaned up and packed away. The food would be sealed back up in the pantry, and any effort to dig it out would yield much less food for much more work.

Slipping in while the kids that lived in the flat were busy elsewhere sounded like a good plan, but would only last until one of them got bored and came back.

Considering there were five brothers living in the place, growing up together, that was a tall order.

Dean had chosen to go for the supplies they needed for building, stuff that could be anywhere in the dining room, while Sam fetched what food he could find from the pantry. Sam would have a much easier time diving out of sight if someone came into the pantry, making it a safer endeavor, relatively, than Dean’s. Plus Dean’s familiarity with the more mechanical aspects of building a new home in the walls was a boon for his side of the supply run.

Dean’s ability was a huge help at tracking down specifically what he was looking for amid the scattered school supplies of several teenagers and two elementary-aged kids. It would save him time and help him get back under cover sooner than Sam could.

Up on the table, Dean was high away from any real cover, but he was able to collect several paper clips, leaving enough behind to make it seem like nothing had been touched. Tucking those into his bag, he pushed some papers aside, searching for used and discarded staples that he could unbend. Thinner and more delicate than the paperclips, they were equally useful for Dean’s planned projects in the flat, and wouldn’t be noticed if they went missing.

So long as he didn’t steal any that were still in use, naturally.

The brothers had only recently moved in, selecting an open space in the walls to start their new home. No other borrowers lived in this building that they could find, and the local community kept to itself, a fact that Dean preferred. He stayed out of the others way, and so far they had stayed out of his.

Sometimes Dean wondered what it would be like to be a part of a community, but those wonderings were always cut short. He could provide for his younger brother, just as he always had. They had no need to be in debt to anyone else.

Just recently turned seventeen, Dean had found this flat and judged it a decent enough place to live. There were three teenagers and two kids, but no pets that could sniff them out. He and Sam could rest peacefully there.

Sam had been disappointed that there were no dogs, and Dean had to remind him just why dogs were so bad to have around. An animal several stories tall? Able to track them by scent and movement, with teeth the length of Dean’s arm? No, thank you.

Dean’s search yielded a used staple under one of the papers he moved. He plucked it up, testing the remaining tensile strength. If it was too weak, it would do him no good.

Finding it in good condition, he slipped that into the side of his bag, wondering how Sam’s search was going. If they both had a successful supply run, they’d be eating good that night.


Being the youngest of five brothers had its ups and downs. Most of the time Stan Baker took these in stride as just a part of being a family.

One thing that was sort of an up and a down was that at ten years old, he was hardly expected to be good at much. For instance, the strategic card game that his oldest older brothers tried to teach him on one of their odd nights off.

Stan had tried his best to keep up, and by the end of a few rounds he felt that he was starting to get a better grasp of how the game worked, but his interest as a player had greatly weaned by then. His brothers didn’t fuss too much when Stan decided to back out of the upcoming round since he was still interested in watching.

He needed something to do with his hands, though. While his brothers were shuffling and redistributing the cards, he snuck off to a shelf in the corner where things usually got discarded when they either didn’t have a place or the brothers were too busy or lazy to put them back where they belonged right that second. He found a coloring book that caught his eye, but no colored pencils.

His brothers were already getting started with the next round of the game, so Stan needed to hurry if he was ever going to follow the action. Stan knew for certain that there were colored pencils with the rest of the school supplies left behind in the other room with the rest of the Bakers’ collective homework. Tucking the book under his arm, he rushed down the hall to fetch what he needed.

Just when he rounded the corner, he found himself stopping short as his deep green eyes widened at an unexpected sight.

The coloring book slipped out of his grasp and landed sprawled on the floor, and Stan hardly spared it a glance in favor of the tiny man on the table, sifting through the papers that easily dwarfed him many times over. Stan’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, his hunt for colored pencils forgotten in an instant.


Dean heard the gasp from behind him, and twisted around in a rush.

Murky green eyes met the youngest Bakers’ wide eyes, and Dean felt his most recent acquisition slip from his hands, landing with a clatter next to a boot planted on a half-completed assignment.

The tense moment stretched out between the borrower and the kid, and then Dean shifted his weight to one leg.

And bolted.

Stan gave a jolt when the tiny person took off running, and his first impulse was to follow.

Even as the smallest in his family, Stan’s little legs closed the distance easily.

“Wait! Don’t go!”

His hands shot out to block the borrower’s way before he could get out of sight. All he accomplished was throwing Dean off-balance with his movements and ended up sweeping him off his feet with both cupped around him. Stunned by this turn of events but undeniably curious, Stan lifted him closer to eye level for a better look. As tiny as the man was, Stan’s hands were barely big enough for him on their own, but together they formed a little alcove around him.

“Whoa,” Stan breathed, awestruck there was an actual, real person in his hands, with hair and a face and clothes and everything. Even a leather jacket that looked as real as anything Stan had ever seen on grownups his own size, and his thumb moved to nudge at the little shoulder to see if it was.

And the winning story is…

And the winning story, with 47 out of the 73 votes received, is…

Clash of the Hunters!

Returning to the idyllic Wellwood Forest after his trials feels like a blessing for Jacob Andris while he’s struggling with the trauma from a past case.

Yet this peace won’t last as the quiet in the forest is shattered with the entrance of a new hunter on the scene, one who’s nothing like the Dean Winchester that saved Jacob’s life before…

We return to Brothers Found in the aftermath from the horror story just in time for a visit from the infamous Logan Guthrie, a hunter that appears in Bowman of Wellwood!


Sneak peek:

The second Jacob’s hands were on the cage, Dean was on the move.

As dangerous as it was to attack with Sam still in the line of fire, there would be no better chance. The hunter had lost his gun. Jacob was free and had his hands on the cage containing the sprite, reducing the chances of collateral damage of a fight between the older hunters.

Sam knew the risks as well as Dean.

So while Jacob was backing off from the hunter with Bowman safe, Dean was already sprinting through the field. Long legs covered the ground that had taken Sam a half hour to cross in seconds. His boots dug fissures in the ground with the force of striking the ground, all to propel him towards his enemy. It was enough that if any of the sprites were in his way, there would be nothing left of them.

But they knew when to keep clear and when to attack. Scar was a good leader, and would see his opening just as Dean had found his.

The hunter hadn’t fully turned in Dean’s direction when there was suddenly a fist slamming into his jaw. Dean didn’t waste a second in his attack. The man was thrown backwards from the force, and his pocket slammed away with him. Only a passing guilt hit at the fact that Sam was about to be in the center of two dueling humans. He would do what he could to keep Sam safe, even during the deadly fight.

It was for this reason that he didn’t use his knife right off the bat. Instead of a vicious follow-up, Dean’s hands sealed around the other hunter’s wrist, preventing him from falling at the same time as he prevented a counterattack. Either could be disastrous for Sam.

“You think you can come in here and terrify a bunch of peaceful sprites?” Dean snarled. “Threaten to cut their wings off and trap them in cages? This forest is under my protection.”

A flurry of leaves blew up around them as the wind kicked up.

“Mine. And theirs.”

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Artwork by @purple-moondropgrapes​!

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Winning story!

And the winning story, with 25 out of the possible 100 votes (it was a very close poll!), is… 

A World of Secrets!

After being attacked, Sam wakes up in a dark place, surrounded by strangers. He escapes them only to find that his life won’t be going back to normal any time soon…

This marks the beginning of a new AU, Brothers Unexpected! Where Sam is separated from Dean, but not from humanity, despite his new curse.

Sneak peek:

The blue-eyed man brushed Sam’s messy hair back. “My name’s Walt, and this is Mallory,” he introduced, his voice remaining level. “A few days ago, you and your brother got attacked. Do you remember that?”

Sam nodded mutely.

“That lady… the w-itch…” Walt was uncertain as he enunciated the word as though he’d never said it before. “She hit you with something. Some… spell. After it was cast, your brother couldn’t see you.”

Walt swallowed thickly. “We got you out before you got hurt more… but Sam… your family. They’re gone. The witch ran and they chased her.”

Sam’s eyes started to spill over. “N…no,” he mumbled. “Dean wouldn’t leave me. They wouldn’t abandon me!” By the end, he was shouting, his thin voice going up an octave in his panic. The memories in his mind clamored for attention. They overlapped and caused his breath to hitch.

Both Walt and Mallory flinched at the sound of his shout, eyes nervously flashing to their ceiling. Mallory put a delicate hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Sam, they never wanted to,” she said in her lyrical voice. “They thought the witch killed you and just wanted to…” She trailed off, her eyebrows furrowing uncertainly.

“She cursed you, Sam,” Walt cut in gruffly. “Everyone you knew is a giant. That’s why they didn’t see you and that’s why we had to get you out of there. They’re dangerous.”

A silence stretched out between them. Sam’s hand started to shake, more of the cup crumpling inwards as a tear slid down his cheek. “G-giants?” he asked timidly.

Something in his mind clicked before Walt could get out another word. “No! ” Sam stated firmly. “Dean’s not… Dean would never…” His words jumbled and he started to hyperventilate.

Sam shoved the covers off. His water splashed out of the deformed cup. Droplets of water spilled onto the wooden flooring.

Hot. He was too hot.

The world was too cold but he was too hot.

Walt just barely managed to catch the metal cup as it fell, but it was too late.

Sam stumbled out of the bed… nest… fabric. He almost fell over to dodge a well-meaning grab from Mallory, her face covered with sympathy. Sam squirmed between the two people that had saved his life, his desperation giving him energy to escape.

He needed to go. Dean was out there, he had to be.

Sam just had to find him.

Shoving the fabric draped over the doorframe, Sam ignored the cries of alarm that came from his former room. His eyes darted around the new room, and he quailed at the sight of a penny casually kicked against the side of the wall.

It was large enough to serve as a dinner plate.

No, they’re making it up. They’re lying, they have to be!

As soon as he saw another doorframe, Sam ran for it. He had to get out before they grabbed him and put him back in bed. There might not be another chance for escape. Dean always told him to watch out for himself. A hand brushed reflexively against the knife tucked away in his soft tan jacket and Sam prayed he never had to use it.

There was a block in front of the door. It was heavy, but Sam shoved it to the side. The adrenaline filling him made his hands shaky, but it gave him energy he could draw on. He needed to get away, he needed to escape.

A dark passageway arched overhead. The panic that Sam was drowning in refused to let him really see it. He couldn’t make out the cobwebs that lurked in the unreachable corners. The nails in the wooden walls were bigger than his hand but his eyes just brushed over them. He needed to run.

And so he ran.

Wind whipped Sam’s hair into a frenzy. In the distance, the sound of boots came. He was being followed. Panic lent speed to his strides, and Sam pushed himself like he’d never pushed himself before. It was a race. He needed to find a way out of this dark world before that Walt could catch him. It was as simple as that.

Sam’s eyes flashed from side to side as he searched for a way out. The dark walls were dusty, but footprints could be made out in the thick dust. Sam set himself to following them, driven by desperation. He was only ten, and his legs weren’t as long as Walt’s. If it took him too long to find help, he’d lose the race.

“Sam! Wait up, please! You don’t understand!”

Sam pushed the voice out of his mind and ran even faster, if that was possible. A wood splinter jutted out, nearly tripping the young kid up, but he only stumbled, scraping one hand against the ground. The skin was raw and red as he forced himself to run again.

He spotted a light in the distance, and a tiny bubble of hope filled his chest.

A way out.

There was another shout, but Sam didn’t even hear it this time. The wall gave way to an opening where the light was, and Sam felt triumph fill his chest as it turned out to be warm motel room light. He was safe. He could just walk out the door and go search for…

Any thought he had in mind trailed off as Sam skid to a halt.

Something was more than wrong. The room was distorted, the beds and walls arching up over his head by what seemed like miles. He’d run right past the gigantic nightstand, thinking it was just another hallway, leaving him exposed in the center of the floor.

Sam froze, his entire body filling with fear as he realized that Walt may have been telling him the truth.


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There’s No Place Like Home sneak peek

Story arrives 6/30/19 at 9pm! Posting every Sunday and Wednesday at 9pm EST


The newly-minted team of hunters runs into some downtime between cases. Sam and Dean Winchester, cursed to live at a fraction of their original height, agree to a new trip with Jacob; this time on the road home to reassure his mom he’s still alive and kicking.

An uninvited guest throws this family reunion into a mess, and suddenly Jacob’s left alone to piece together what happened…


Bobby Loran quirked an eyebrow at the monstrous car parked outside of Jacob’s house. The black and chrome classic sparked envy in him, and he found himself wondering who was driving that around. He doubted it was Jacob’s stepdad, and his mom probably never would.

It was equally hard to believe that Jacob would end up with such a nice car, considering the less than glamorous line of work he’d taken up.

Not that Bobby would judge his old friend for it. Jacob had never been afraid of hard work. Bobby hadn’t had a chance to hang out with Jacob in a long time, but as soon as he heard the big guy was back in town, he paid the little house a visit. The tiny front lawn was immaculate as always, showing off Mariana’s care for the landscaping. Despite having a smaller home, she took the advice from magazines to heart.

Bobby traipsed up the lawn to knock on the door, glad to be in the shade of the house after the walk there. There was a shuffling of shoes on hardwood floors before the door opened and Mariana answered. Bobby offered her a smile; anyone who knew Jacob knew that his mother was one of the sweetest people on the planet.

“Hey, Mrs. Andris,” he greeted her. “I hear Jacob’s back in town?”

She bobbed her head and her curls bounced with the motion. “You hear right, Bobby, but our timing’s off. I sent him into the city with my car to run some errands for me. You’re welcome to come inside and wait for him, though; I doubt he’ll be gone too much longer.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I might just do that,” he replied, stepping into the house.

“Good to see you again, hon,” Mariana said, closing the door before opening her arms for a hug. 

Bobby chuckled and let the petite woman embrace him. “Yeah,” he replied.

Once Mariana took her leave to return to whatever she’d been bustling about doing (she always had a project going on when she wasn’t at one of her jobs), Bobby trudged up the stairs, tired footsteps landing a little heavier than might usually happen. He’d visited enough times to know exactly where Jacob’s room was, and he didn’t even look up from the phone he’d retrieved from his pocket to check for texts until he’d already thrown the door open and walked in.


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OC meme

We actually received a few requests for more information on OCs through a meme on tumblr… send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC


Stan Baker

Because Stan Baker wasn’t meant to be a fleshed out character, I hadn’t planned anything about him in advance. Then I started writing him and he demanded to Become. I ended up designing his character after the fact, and certain details were based on what I was really into at the time.

Around that time I met video game legend Troy Baker at a con and was instantly obsessed. He remains one of my favorite human beings to this day, and so he was on my mind a lot after I met him. His last name became Stan’s, whose first name was chosen mostly because it sounded good. This began a video game themed trend in my BAU writing, but more on that later…


Nathan Sullivan

After naming one OC after Troy Baker, known for (among many many other things) the main character from Naughty Dog’s The Last of Us, I figured Stan’s significant other should stick closely to this theme.

I decided to go with Naughty Dog’s other major title, Uncharted, for inspiration. The main character Nathan Drake and his gruff old partner Victor Sullivan, to be exact. My good boy Nathan Sullivan has very little in common with his namesakes, but his name makes me smile.


Kara Bolt

Kara as created just for the story setup in Taken, and I didn’t think people would actually like her very much!

My original beta reader gave me a very lukewarm reception for the character, since it was detracting from the time spent on the Winchesters, so the five chapter gap between when she first appears and when her story continues didn’t seem that big of a deal.

And then, people actually liked her and I was like well… fuk because now I had people invested in a character that was about to go MIA for half the story.

She’s come a long way since then, with the warm reception all the readers gave her, and she’s quite fond of her buddy Dean, smol or tol!

We haven’t had any sneak peeks recently, so have a bit of Kara and Dean in the future of BC!


“Dean?” Kara whispered furtively, glancing to the side to be sure she wasn’t going to wake up Sam. That was a big no-no, and she didn’t want to let anyone down, especially not after Dean got her the hook.

“Mmm?” came a sleepy mumble from the nest where Dean was buried.

“Can I go climbing?” Kara asked, her whisper an excited breath.

“Juss…” Twin green eyes peeked out at Kara. “Only if someone watches you,” he finished, closing his eyes and laying back down. “No goin’ alone.”

Kara pursed her lips, thwarted again as Dean went back to sleep.

Brothers Saved updates

I got lots of writing done for this story! Today was definitely a good day for it.

The stories for when Sam gets into a fight with John are completed, and will be posted when it’s time, I’m not going to put them up out of order now that I have my plans all outlined. Good news on the other stuff! I actually do have the short stories for when Dean first sees John and Bobby mostly completed.

I hope to have a few short stories ready when A Burglary at Baker Street is complete, as a bit of a treat for everyone for being so patient with me and this fun reversal of the Brothers Apart dynamic. 

I’ll leave you with an excerpt from the stories where they’re kids, and a peek at the drabble names from when they’re older:


John sat down in the chair next to Sam. Compared to the scrawny ten-year-old, John Winchester was massive, and he leaned over to get a better look at Dean.

Sam sheepishly moved his arm out of the way, trying not to fidget in the seat where he was nearly forgotten about in the wake of Dean’s miraculous recovery.

“How ya feelin’, dude?” John asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice. It was a tone of voice Dean couldn’t remember ever hearing out of the man, at least as far as he was concerned.

Dean clenched his jaw, forcing himself to meet John in the eyes. “I’m fine, sir,” he said stiffly.


And remember! Prompts are currently open for this AU! Send me some fun ideas for this pair!

Brothers Spaced, an abandoned Doctor Who crossover

Betmyfortune asked:

Since you have a Sherlock AU, will the brothers every bump into the Doctor? Because that would be absolutely bonkers. 

@borrowedtimeandspace – Bonkers is definitely a word for what that situation would be.

One of our first attempts at a collab was actually a crossover with BA and Doctor Who, with the Tenth Doctor and my borrower OC Zepheera. It was one of my first tries having her play with others, so her and the Winchesters butted heads a little.

Which isn’t to rule out the idea altogether; far from it. I’m sure if we come up with an idea for it, there’s every possibility that everyone’s favorite Time Lord could show up some day. I know I’ve personally grown as a writer since our very first collab, and I feel like I’d be more up to it than when we gave it our first go.

@nightmares06– Since we’re not sure if we’ll ever get back to it, we can give everyone a little peek at what we had in mind!

There’s every possibility that we’ll revamp Brothers Spaced in the future, so don’t count the doc out!


The Doctor entered the room prepared for action, wielding his sonic screwdriver for all the good it might do. He was ready for anything and anyone that might be on the other side of the door, no matter how big or scary they might be.

His brow rose when his eyes fell on the table and found two people that were the exact opposite.

“Oh,” he whispered, frozen in surprise for a moment. Despite having Zepheera for a companion, they rarely ran into more people her size. And the Doctor was certainly not used to being threatened by such a person, however futile the warning might be given the obvious advantage he had over the smaller man.

The Doctor, of course, would never even think of using this advantage to harm the man with the knife or the other that was making himself scarce. He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture and was about to explain that there had been a mistake, but Zepheera beat him to it.

For her part, Zepheera’s heart sank at the sight of two of her own people, clearly only after the food left on the table. She was all too familiar with the emotions she was picking up from them now, the fear and uncertainty that had been ingrained in her since childhood. She should have recognized the signs immediately, but she’d been apart from that life for too long and simply didn’t take everything into account. Now she was partially responsible for their distress, and she decided it was up to her to rectify her oversight.

“Stop!” she called, jumping to her feet and moving along the Doctor’s shoulder to where she could clearly be seen. The Doctor flinched a little at the shout right next to his ear, but he was otherwise motionless.

“Please, we’re not gonna harm you,” she went on. “This is all just a huge misunderstanding.”

Dean tensed at the sight of the tiny girl on a human’s shoulder. He didn’t relax his stance a bit, knowing that all he could do to control the situation was control his own reactions.

“That’s just what you’d say, bright eyes,” Dean snapped at the girl as he backed towards the wall, “if you wanted us to drop our guards. We’re not gonna be turned into some human’s pets.”

Brothers United Sneak Peek

anonymous asked:

Can we please have another sneak peek of Brothers United. I read the first few and really loved it.

I can spare a small one for today, but this story is currently paused on writing, so we won’t be able to show much more of it without giving everything away!

Rest assured we have plenty of plans, but work and stress have been getting in the way of writing…


It seemed to be Oscar’s moment. Dean had given up on his homework, a few hastily scrawled answers in place to keep Sam happy, and he’d turned more towards the television than the table, so he missed Oscar’s furtive movements.

Sam, whom Dean considered too open and nice to be in the life they dealt with, continued blithely working on his homework, convinced Oscar wouldn’t want to leave on them, especially not without saying goodbye.

Oscar reached the edge of the table unhindered and breathed a sigh. With every quiet step, he anticipated the shadow of a hand falling over him to scoop him up. His nerves were frayed when he looked over the edge, but not from the heights. After being kept close by humans for almost 24 hours, he had a shot at escape.

He glanced back. Their attention was off him.

Sherlock’s knack

kajensen07 replied to your post: So enhanced speed is Sherlock’s knack… Is that what you are hinting? Or did I get my signals crossed?

myimaginedairybeard replied to your post: Yeah! I mean, at least that’s what I meant to say. We’ve cracked the code! 

Does it make him more speedy or just more of fast runner? Like, I’m guessing it includes his entire body and not just the legs… 

Awesome! You guys got close enough that I can now officially announced what his knack is as a borrower!

It isn’t exactly enhanced speed, but it’ll look that way to an outside observer. Sherlock is actually one of our stronger knack users.

He just needs that flair!

  • Time Distortion: The ability to slow down or stop time. A very strong knack that requires training to sustain for longer than a few seconds. In Sherlock’s case, he is able to slow down time around him, enabling him to escape with a speed that can’t be matched, and make observations that no one else would ever notice. When he stretches his ability, he can include others in this. He can’t stop time like an angel; it will always move forward

@borrowedtimeandspace: I like to imagine it like a Sherlock-shaped bubble, separating him into his own little time zone that happens to be different to everything around him. To include others, he needs to concentrate harder and expand that bubble. Though, Sherlock being Sherlock, he tends to prefer going it alone. Here’s a little peek into how it works for him!


He concentrated, and everything around him fell slightly out of focus. All noises were muffled far into the background, and when he looked back at John, he was moving so slowly that he might as well be still.

Sherlock let out a relieved breath, but kept going, knowing this wouldn’t last long.

For just a moment, Sherlock was faster than the entire world.

Valentine’s Day Sneak Peek

As a gift to my followers, have a sneak peek from a future Brothers Apart story!


Curled into a ball, Sam listened impatiently to the voices that echoed above him.

They had stumbled onto a case up by the Great Lakes one morning that had both of their spidey senses tingling. A man was found dead in his home while his wife was out. All doors locked, the alarm system armed and fully functional. The oddest part was his heart had stopped without warning (he was only 40). In the subsequent autopsy that had been run on the body, the doctors had found, of all things, a cupid’s arrow pin in his heart.

Like it had simply materialized there by magic.

Needless to say, the authorities were baffled. Dean was betting on a witch, and Sam wasn’t about to bet against him.

Which was why he was curled up into a ball, safely tucked in Dean’s hand and waiting for an opportunity to get out and search for the hexbag while Dean smooth-talked his way into the house.

He couldn’t help but squirm a little in place, trying to find a comfortable position as Dean walked into the house at last. The huge fingers cupped around his body flexed open a little at his struggles, giving him space.

Even as he gratefully shifted to a more comfortable position in the increasingly hot and enclosed area, one of the fingers he was leaning against twitched in what he recognized as Morse Code.

Bitch.

Smirking, Sam pounded out his own shorthand into the fingers with sharp punches, telling Dean off.

Jerk.