(Story 3 of the Brothers Apart series)
After a routine salt and burn the boys decide to take the night off. Drinking with a four inch tall brother ends with some interesting times.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
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This is my ink drawing for october 8th 2017. Barely made it in on time!
Sam is just relaxing on Dean’s shoe. I like how this one turned out. This is Nightmares06′s version of Sam and Dean from Brothers Apart. I like drawing these dorks :}
September 6th excerpt:
“Don’t forget the sugar this time!” Sam called as Dean set up the coffee maker and got it started. He got another annoyed glance, but only moments later, the container of sugars and creamers was set down next to him.
“For you to ruin your coffee with again,” Dean muttered as he finally took a seat close to Sam, still on edge.
“It’s not like we’re sharing,” Sam said, letting Dean’s annoyed manner slide right off him. He doubted Jacob (or anyone else, really) was ready to deal with Dean in this mood, leaving Sam the only one who could handle the older hunter.
September 5th excerpt:
Dean immediately dropped down, pawing through the condiments in the kitchenette on a single-minded quest. “Is there any coffee? I haven’t had a drop since we started out, and I gotta tell ya, driving through the night is not my favorite way to spend time.”
“You do it all the time,” Sam said, faintly scolding his older brother.
Dean glanced up briefly, scowling at Sam. “You know, I could just hoard the coffee for myself,” he complained.
“Sure Dean, whatever you say.”
AU: Brothers Apart
Timeline: Directly after A Lich of Sense
Sam grinned broadly as he found the perfect spot to sit.
Dangling his legs off the edge, Sam patiently waited for Dean to reappear. Dean was off searching for signs of a spirit while Sam checked the walls for a hexbag, their usual routine on the job. With the family gone, they didn’t even have to worry about anyone spotting Sam, a bonus.
It wasn’t long before the rhythmic footsteps could be felt echoing up the solid supports of the bookshelf. Dean entered the study, his EMF meter slowly panning from side to side.
“Hey!” Sam called out, smugly settled in his spot, above Dean’s head. He estimated about a good half foot between him and the spike of dirty blond hair that Dean was so proud of.
Dean looked up, his eyebrows climbing his face as he saw how high Sam was.
“What you doing up there?” he asked gruffly, jabbing the EMF meter in Sam’s direction. The buzzer blipped for a moment, then went back down to zero.
Sam shrugged and hooked his hands together behind his head. “Taking it all in,” he said.
Dean cocked his head to the side, confusion on his face.
Sam took pity. “Y’know, looking down at you. Just like I’m supposed to.”
Ever since the Spirit dream with Bowman, the brothers’ had discovered that Sam’s true height outstripped Dean’s by several inches. The younger brother might look smaller than Dean because of his curse, but he was, in fact, the tallest in the family.
Dean rolled his eyes dramatically. “Look who’s talkin,’ shorty,” he snarked back, holding a hand up for Sam to step into.
Sam did, casually sauntering to the center of Dean’s palm.
“Hey, can’t let you forget it.”
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