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July 17th excerpt:

Dean, it seemed, was on the same track. “No,” he growled, the power of that growl reverberating through his throat and straight through Walt and Sam. “I don’t like it, it’s not happening.”

Sam sighed loud enough to be heard throughout the room, no small feat for someone under the size of a hand. “Dean. Table, now.”

The reluctance from Dean was almost tangible in the air, a thick feeling that permeated the room. Yet he shifted, resting the arm that was attached to the shoulder Sam and Walt were sitting on so it lay on the table.

Sam wasted no time scaling down to the table. “Dean, this isn’t your choice. We’ve been over this, remember? I’m the one who gets to decide if the risk is worth it, and I’m willing to hear them out.”

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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–“

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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.

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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.

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July 13th excerpt:

Lunch took half an hour, and Dean spent most of that time patiently scanning the world outside the Impala. He couldn’t stomach the thought of food, so he fiddled with the paper bag the sandwich had come from, hoping maybe Sam would think he’d eaten a second sandwich. Maybe he’d been too distracted to listen to Dean order, or–

“Really?”

Dean lost all hope of sliding this one past Sam when he heard the disapproving tone in the soft voice down on the seat. He turned his eyes down to where Sam was standing with his arms crossed, right next to the parted foil wrapper of the sandwich. Clearly, he knew Dean had never ordered more food. Not that Dean had held out much hope of slipping it by Sam. He never could.

With a wan smile, Dean gave it his best shot. “I just figured you might want seconds,” he said in a half-hearted protest, waving the food off.

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July 12th excerpt:

Dean glanced to the side to see where they were sitting, the visible corner of his mouth quirking up into a grin, familiar even from that angle. “Found us some grub,” he said, sounding proud. “You two should get some cover.”

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July 11th excerpt:

“You know he doesn’t mind, right?” Sam asked in a hush. “Really. I’ve sat here pretty much every day since I left.”

Walt couldn’t stop his eyes from flickering to Dean’s again. Dean didn’t even twitch at Sam’s words. Maybe he really couldn’t hear them like this.

“It’s just…” Walt kept his voice just as soft as Sam. “You’re used to this. And him. How?”

Sam grinned and couldn’t stop a slight laugh at that. “We make our own normal, Dad. If I can’t ride shotgun like a regular human can, I’ll do it here.”