December 28th excerpt:
Sherlock’s eyes narrowed at Dean as he listened. “Is that who you were chasing?” he asked, sharing none of Anita’s hesitancy.
John’s head snapped up. “Chasing?” he repeated. When did that happen?
“Who did you think I was chasing?!” Dean griped, his annoyance at Sherlock flooding back.
Sam is a huge fan of chocolate of any kind, including cherry, mint and peanut butter, and Dean will pretty much eat anything candy without complaint, meaning if Sam ever tries to build up himself a stash of candy, he’ll have to defend it from Dean if he ever gets too bored.
Mine.
Pocket sleeping bag😴 I tried to do a perspective thing that’s y it’s weird X3
December 26th excerpt:
The detective frowned when he caught sight of the line leading from the opened cage to the floor, and the little shadow of what must have been Dean dashing from it.
Ignoring everything else, Sherlock closed the distance between himself and Dean easily, slamming down a hand like a barrier in front of him and scooping him up to eye level.
“What do you think you’re doing??” he demanded, more confused than anything else. Sherlock was not fond of the feeling.
December 25th excerpt:
The detective groped blindly at a lock of some kind, and he focused on that. It was a combination lock, one he couldn’t simply pick open and would take far too long to figure out the code for.
“Dean,” he rumbled, eyes darting around the room. It was a wide space, nothing jumped out at him in the shapes he could make out, nothing important, anyway. “I need something to break this off.”
Dean scanned the room, all of his focus concentrated on the task. “Okay, there’s a box in the corner. It’s full of old tools, some wrenches, a pretty hefty hammer–” hefty being so big that Sam and Dean together would never budge it, “–and a drill that looks like it hasn’t been used since I lived in America. Turn right, about three steps. Watch out for the table, don’t want to go knocking that copy of Harry Potter onto the floor.”
“You’re improving,” Sherlock commented as he followed Dean’s directions. Whether it was the stress of the situation or the urgency, it certainly seemed like Dean was showing off at this point. Not that Sherlock was complaining.
December 24th excerpt:
“Hang on,” Sherlock warned Dean, giving him a second to brace himself before jumping up to catch the lowest rung of the escape stairs and drag them down to ground level.
“Holy–!”
Dean’s cry of surprise went unheeded in the swift motion as Sherlock jumped and snagged the ladder. The sensation of freefall was unwelcome for the smaller man, his fear of flying hitting him all at once when he felt himself become airborne as Sherlock dropped back down.
December 23rd excerpt:
John reached toward Dean and tapped the counter with his knuckle, just outside of reach of the smaller man’s reach.
Contrary to John’s hopes, the light rap against the countertop did not yield the desired results. After living over a decade in the walls, Dean was used to the feeling of vibrations or booming voices in his sleep, though normally sound was more muffled.
Dean shifted in place, rolling on his side with a brief “Quit it, Sammy,” thrown over his shoulder before settling back down.
Brothers Apart 