Dean would want to help Sam however he can! If he can’t get Sam to wake up, since it’s a lot harder to break through to someone while they’re stuck in a dream, he’d sit next to Sam’s head on the pillow and rub his forehead, telling Sam stories from their childhood and straying into his own life growing up on his own after the curse.
October 8th excerpt:
The EMF reader didn’t give him a breath to wait for an answer before it flared to life, its red lights glowing brightly. There was a telltale wobble in a bedframe leaned against the wall, before it tilted away from its position, with no warning other than the creak of cheap old metal.
“Whoa!”
Dean leapt to the side, barely sidestepping out of the way of the heavy furniture. Mere moments ago, it was as stable as anything in the room. Now, it slammed into the ground with a heavy knock.
He hit the ground a foot away, going straight to a crouch. “Sam? Jacob?”
October 6th excerpt:
“Nothing hinky. No hexbags, no sulfur. What the hell is going on in this motel?” He absently grabbed a breadstick, dipping it into the warm marinara sauce.
“Save some for the rest of us,” Sam shot up from the side, his own torn off piece of bread in hand. Once Dean’s huge breadstick had cleared the small cup, he took advantage and dipped it in the warm sauce.
“And no double dipping!” Dean shot right back, not missing a beat.
Dean actually already had to figure this one out! It happened back in Taken, and though at that point he was only transporting four tinies that weren’t comfortable being held in hands or pockets, he may transport more in the future. His duffel bag had to be completely emptied out, and that gave them plenty of room to move around in and try to forget that a giant was holding them up effortlessly.
Something huge shifted behind them while they were talking. Dean was digging through his duffel, tossing all the stuff that was in it into the back seat. “Uh, Dean. What are you doing?” Sam called out, curious.
The huge green eyes settled on Sam, making him stiffen before he could push the instinct away. It was harder after what he’d been through to act normal around Dean. “Can’t let you guys stay on the seat while I’m driving,” Dean said. “Too dangerous. I hit the brakes once and you all go flying.”
Sitting up once he was done, he showed them the duffel. “You’ll all be safe in here, I promise. I won’t zip it up so you can get out if you have to. You have my word, I’ll never trap you against your will. Any of you.”
The huge duffel was placed behind them on the seat. Figuring he’d go first and let everyone know it was safe, Sam went to climb up the bag. He found himself stopped by a huge hand.
Sam flinched away nervously. “Dean, what the hell?”
“Sorry, Sam. You’re not going in there with your arm in that condition.”
September 27th excerpt:
Jacob glanced up at the bench, though of course he couldn’t see their total pile of found cash from the floor. He knew it certainly felt like they’d combed every inch. It was amazing how much they’d managed to find. He grinned and looked over at Sam, knowing he probably wouldn’t chime in. Ever since they’d joined Dean in his traveling hunting profession, Sam had had a harder time than Jacob asking for things he liked or wanted.
Jacob was working on helping with that. After all, Dean was clearly willing to help them out, and a resource like that was rare to people like them. So he called up, “Sam wanted a bag of M&Ms, how about it?”
“H-hey!” Sam blurted. He elbowed Jacob in the side. “I never said that!”
September 26th excerpt:
Sam rolled his eyes. “I guess we can count it as a tie,” he said dryly. “I’ll let your awful aim slide just this once. But you might end up with Dean trying to teach you how to aim the next time he gets the chance. Since, y’know, you can’t hit the broadside of a barn and all that.”
The hunter out in the open shifted his position on the bench while Sam was talking. The boot closest to them scrapped along the floor, and this time when Dean’s hand came into view, he was clearly stretching to reach the wayward coin.
“Did one of you get into the whiskey before we got here?” came a curious tone. A finger caught the coin just at the edge, dragging it along the floor so he’d be able to reach it without having to get up.
September 25th excerpt:
The brothers both had their own ways of searching, and the room once more fell into a companionable quiet while everyone digested their food and relaxed. The case had them tense, and a moment to regroup in the safety of the room was welcome.
Sam stiffened, and then read over the passage on the screen. And again. He paced restlessly in front of the screen, sending a quick glance at Dean and glad his older brother’s knack only worked on where they were, and didn’t let him read minds.
Dean wasn’t going to like this.
Dean emptying out his boots like ,’:T and trying to figure out if it’s his fault they’re so full of pebbles before he realizes what Sam’s up to. Hedwig will give Sam a heart attack XD Large owl, just sitting there chilling.
Brothers Apart 