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July 20th excerpt:
Bobby stepped in before Dean could retort, able to see the ire visibly rising as Mina expertly picked at Dean’s pride in what he did. “Whatever you do with your everlasting, that’s your business. We’re here to ‘discuss’ a proposition with you.”
She merely glanced at Dean’s silver colt, the sun reflecting off the elegant engravings. The doubt was easy to see. “Proposition?”
“We didn’t say it was optional,” Dean growled.
Mina’s grin widened. “Go ahead Dean. Propose to me.”
July 19th excerpt:
“We both will,” came a deeper voice, and Sam gave a start, looking up to find just the corner of Dean’s eye looking towards them. It was difficult for Dean to interact with them on his shoulder, but not impossible.
Dean smirked at Sam’s surprise. “Do you really think I can’t hear you there, pint-size?” He shook his head mournfully, a joke sparkling in his eye. “I thought you knew better.”
Sam huffed with frustration, and Walt had to stifle a chuckle at his expense.
July 18th excerpt:
Dean growled. “Sam’s not facing them without me,” he said darkly, unconsciously putting his hand back down next to Sam and Walt. Almost protectively, despite his disagreement with Sam. Nothing had changed between them. “Where he goes, I go.”
Rufus smiled. “Then I think we have a plan.” He clapped his hands together and leaned forward. “Now refresh my memory. Where’s the grub in this place?”
Bobby sighed.
July 17th excerpt:
Dean, it seemed, was on the same track. “No,” he growled, the power of that growl reverberating through his throat and straight through Walt and Sam. “I don’t like it, it’s not happening.”
Sam sighed loud enough to be heard throughout the room, no small feat for someone under the size of a hand. “Dean. Table, now.”
The reluctance from Dean was almost tangible in the air, a thick feeling that permeated the room. Yet he shifted, resting the arm that was attached to the shoulder Sam and Walt were sitting on so it lay on the table.
Sam wasted no time scaling down to the table. “Dean, this isn’t your choice. We’ve been over this, remember? I’m the one who gets to decide if the risk is worth it, and I’m willing to hear them out.”
July 16th excerpt:
This phone held John’s number, Bobby’s, Sam’s cell he’d bought at the beginning of the year in case the kid needed to call him from the room, their new friend Jacob, known through their association with the wood sprite Bowman Leafwing, and some of Dean’s old hunting buddies. This meant it was seconds before Dean had the message up on his phone, holding it towards John for him to see.
8-13-05; 12:07AM – Haven, Kansas
“Dean,” John said slowly. “I don’t know who sent you that message, but it wasn’t me.”
Dean closed his mouth from the shock. “Then who–“
The way the curse itself works on the cursed children actually heightens their immune systems along with making them far stronger than an average human.
It’s extremely hard to get them sick with a common cold or the flu or even regular viruses. Not impossible, but as close to it as they can get. Their bodies fight off the infections long before they notice.
Getting drunk is far easier, and their own damn fault if they do it (smol Dean could use some lessons in portion control when it comes to drinking).
Of course, living most of their lives without getting common illnesses also leaves them incredibly unprepared if someone does get sick, the way Sam had no idea how to tend his older brother when Dean made the mistake of drinking until he got the worst hangover.
They’re much better at this now with some schooling from Jacob.
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July 15th excerpt:
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.
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He sure snatched something or someone that startled him! I think Dean’s gotten himself in over his head on this hunt.
That, and he’s pretty lost in the woods at that point. A little too hard-headed without a guide and going far past the marked campgrounds.
Brothers Apart 