Bittersweet Parting

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Dean stepped up to the door, one huge hand raising up to knock. The hollow sound reverberated around Walt, more powerful than he could manage if he hit the door with all his might.

The sound died off, leaving them alone with the crickets chirping in the grass and Rumsfeld whining from by Dean’s side. The Rottweiler wagged his tail when Walt peered off the edge, prancing in place at the sight of the smaller people sitting up on Dean’s shoulder.

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. “Bobby always answers the door. He doesn’t trust people in his house.”

“With good reason.”

By some silent accord the brothers had, Dean pushed open the door and Sam hunkered down, pulling Walt down with him.

For a man who stood near nineteen times Walt’s height, Dean’s footsteps were light and carefully placed to avoid the creak of wood. He knew this house close to as well as he knew the Impala, using that knowledge to stalk towards where the voice had come from.

Dean reached the doorway, and went rigid before Walt could see what he was looking at.

Sam gasped, his hands falling away from Dean and Walt. Walt felt his body fill with tension all over again at the sight of the men in the room.

“Boys,” John Winchester greeted, sitting across the desk from where Bobby sat.

All surprise and shock aside, everyone heard Walt’s voice suddenly cut across the thick silence that padded John’s greeting.

“It’s you,” Walt breathed, his eyes locked on Bobby Singer.


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Even more inconvenient scenario: Sam also gets sunburn, so the pocket stings like a bitch when it rubs against his arms.

Sam starts jabbing Dean in the chest and they both end up using an entire container of aloe vera the next day and Dean bitches about how it hurts to go back in the sun.

Sam nicknames him a vampire until the end of their sunburn trial.

July 25th excerpt:

The magic slammed into him, and even those thoughts fled his mind.

The pain of a thousand needles began to prickle at his skin, each bone turned into a sharp blade with pushed against his body. Here Dean gave in and groaned, trying to push himself up, trying to get away. The pain doubled, and redoubled, and he realized something was changing.

The room was smaller.

I feel bad for any tiny Jacob running into a full-sized Sam and Dean, especially if they know nothing of smols just yet. That poor, poor kid. Getting questioned to find out where he’s from and why he’s like that, running tests to see if he’s possessed or a fae… he’ll have a hard time altogether. 

Imagine his increasing confusion as these guys throw salt at him, then holy water, and then boop him with iron and silver. What exactly could these humans have planned? The little guys always hear these scary stories about cages and poison and stuff like that. Iron and salt, though, that’s new territory. What great luck to be caught by crazy people.

July 24th excerpt:

Something in Dean snapped.

“You bitch!” he yelled, striking heedlessly out. He didn’t care if he had no weapon that would work against her. It didn’t even matter how his arm throbbed in pain. All that mattered was the way he wanted to feel her hot blood covering his hands as he ripped her throat out.

July 23rd excerpt:

“Anything?” Celeste hummed, thinking it over. “You would give up… anything… for your baby brother.”

“Yes, please!”

No! ” Sam grit out, renewed determination in his eyes. He slammed a boot into the wall. “I won’t let you!”

Oh, he definitely has!

Sam’s learned to ignore it as best he can. He doesn’t want to go making Dean self-conscious with something they can’t help, and if Dean’s driving while he eats a quick bite, Sam wouldn’t want to be down on the seat of the car. Too unsafe for a guy too small for a guy who can’t wear a seatbelt. 

Completely forced ignorance from Sam, knowing he’s not in any danger whatsoever. Occasionally losing his appetite.

July 22nd excerpt:

“Some days I wonder if it’s worth the effort to curse you like little Sammy here. You’d get none of the benefits, but then… you’re just a thorn in my side to begin with. A tiny, insignificant thorn.”

Part of Dean turned to stone at the implied threat, the other part… “You said it only works on children,” he said flatly.

“Oh, I say… a lot of things,” she said teasingly, turning her back on him and dismissing him as a threat. She walked back towards the table.

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Dean would definitely be harsher, but he wouldn’t kill Sam right away (one of the times it’s really, really good Sam was found by Dean and not by certain other hunters).

He would likely close his hand around Sam much tighter, though, and confiscate the knife from him before anything else. If Dean takes the time to look at the knife, there would be a lot more shock and demands of where did you get this and Sam completely confused and winded by it all, likely ending up under a vase until they both realize why they have matching knives, and then guilt for the ages for Dean.

Jacob camps a lot, and is for the most part a more outdoorsy type than Dean is, so he’s more likely to tan (in addition to being Mediterranean, which helps his chances in the sun). Dean spends most of his days holed up in a room researching, with a good amount of his waking hours at night hunting spirits. He will burn quick before he tans if he’s not expecting it.

Sam will never let Dean hear the end of it, but he better keep out of the sun himself. All those years in the motel left him even paler than Dean, so he’ll burn faster.

Bowman would be very critical of all of this. People burning just from spending time in the life-giving sun?! It’s such a weird idea. Even knowing that sprites can get themselves dried out and overheated, he will be baffled. Of course, the shedding will have him wondering if they’re sick and need some kind of medicine. Dean would get such a Look for all of this.