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Well, I mean–

Barely an hour had passed before Sherlock’s mobile rang, making Sherlock freeze in place and John’s head snap up to lock eyes with him. The detective whipped out the phone and checked the caller ID.

“It’s Mycroft,” he confirmed.

John’s brow arched. “That was fast–”

“Dean! ” Sherlock called, cutting off John’s comment as he took long strides toward the kitchen.

Lestrade was more than a little frustrated, having drilled every single guard who’d had shifts since the day before, and all of them swore up and down that nothing had happened. None had let anyone into the crime scene for any reason since last Lestrade had been there. Storming back up the stairs, Lestrade swore that if Sherlock didn’t have a good reason for this…

Well, he didn’t know what he was gonna do, but he was sure it would come to him.

All feelings of exasperation were out the window as soon as Lestrade stormed in to find Sherlock flat on the floor near an air vent in the wall, giving him an almost feral look. He quirked an eyebrow at the detective until his gaze wandered to the small figure in front of him.

The small, shouting figure.

We totally haven’t not written this exact thing out already…

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September 8th excerpt:

Dean dropped a hand to the table, fingers idly pressing into the nicked wood surface. “I think it’s time to head there and check things out,” he decided.

Sam cast a glance over his shoulder at Jacob as he darted towards the hand Dean had left resting on the table for him. After so long spent with Dean, it was easy to recognize an “all aboard!” gesture. Hitching up his satchel, Sam bounded onto the back of Dean’s hand and began to scale up the muscular arm, taking advantage of handholds in the fabric that neither human could see.

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September 7th excerpt:

The coffee maker went off with a cheery ding that stood out against the somber mood that had fallen over the three at the table. Or, rather, two at the table, and one on it.

Dean didn’t bother getting out of his chair to get the coffee. He merely leaned back, precariously balanced for a few long seconds while he stretched his arm to snag the coffee pot. Sam found himself holding his breath until the chair legs thudded to the ground. He might not get hurt if Dean tumbled over, but it would be like living through an earthquake hit with his older brother as the epicenter.

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Dean sees Jacob very different than Jacob sees him in turn most of the time.

This Dean has been hunting alone for a very long time, and certainly wanted to help Jacob when he found him. That much loneliness means Jacob is also one of Dean’s very few friends, and the closest one he has. He wants to do right by the kid.

IT’S WORKING OUT SO WELL FOR HIM.

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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.

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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.”

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September 4th excerpt:

Sam sheepishly pushed up the pocket flap, his ears red with embarrassment as he started to climb up to Dean’s shoulder, trying his best to make up for hiding from Jacob. It was a good instinct to have, but inconvenient when he wanted to make good impression.

“And I’m Sam!” he chimed in as soon as he reached Dean’s shoulder and saw Dean release Jacob’s hand. He held out his own hand to offer a handshake, continuing to blush fiercely. “We… talked. A few times,” he finished lamely.