We made it! The blog got to over 600 followers just this week, and since it’s a special occasion, we’ll share a special picture!
@chewbaccaaah was asking earlier on if Brothers Kept had any fluff coming, or if Dean would stay a nervous wreck, so we’ll show you a rare picture of Stan and Dean actually relaxing. So rare that we haven’t gotten to write it just yet, but you can bet this is coming up for them in the story!
Also, a note for our lovely followers who made this all possible: @nightmares06 is currently on overtime at work, and both her manager and her manager’s manager have resigned, so if posts are sporadic, it’s because of the added stress. Chapter updates remain on schedule though!
Artwork by @lotminx! Their YCH 14, if anyone wants to get this pose for their bbys.
“You can’t let anyone see him,” Dean talked fast, both brothers walking with rapid, long strides to cut down on time without a flat-out run across the field and forest between the motel and the school. “If they grab, they might hurt the kid. We need to look out for him until we can get him back where he belongs.”
“I know,” Sam said with that unique way kids have of sounding completely exasperated with their family for pointing out the obvious.
Dean dropped a hand next to Stan. “Tired?” he asked with a knowing glint in his eye.
Stan nodded sleepily, giving in to the infectious yawn he’d caught from Dean. He climbed right onto the offered hand with a lot on his mind as he thought back to the conversation that had gone on over his head during the film.
“Are you… gonna tell other hunters about me?” he asked quietly before all the boldness he’d gleaned from the movie could fade.
While Dean was distracted, he felt the sleeve of his shirt move, then the sensation of two tiny boots climbing up came. Sam was quick to get to his shoulder while he was down on the ground, claiming his regular perch.
“Ready,” Sam declared in satisfaction.
Dean moved his hands, about to push himself up, when he paused. Sam’s home was wide open. Before leaving, Dean took one of the larger books and placed it so it was blocking the entrance.
I think we all want to see a story where Dean’s unleashed… He has no reason to help Logan, and a lot of very small and innocent reasons to make sure the man never touches another borrower or sprite again.
Nodding, Dean stood and went over to the shelf, knocking idly at Sam’s wall. “C’mon, pint-size, get your act together!” he called through the holes sculpted into the walls. Both giving Sam a way to communicate, a way to get air, and some extra light on the interior. “The night’ll be half done by the time you’re ready!”
Sam stalked out. “I’m not that slow,” he swore in annoyance.
“What are your plans?” Sam asked dubiously as he eyed up the slight bulge against Dean’s chest.
Dean shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. For now, he’s out of Bobby’s way, out of Rumsfeld’s way, and we’ve got the night to ourselves. Want to grab a movie?”
Sam considered. “What about Logan? I’m not sitting with you if he’s going to be bitching up a storm.”