Artwork by @torchmlp for Motel Sprites!
Though it can honestly fit into any AU where both brothers are cursed, because Sam is a shit and likes to do this to Dean…
Tag: dean’s duffel
June 29th excerpt:
In annoyance, the little guy stormed out into plain sight. His leather jacket was hastily thrown on and his duffel bag hung askew, and he was glaring right at Sherlock when he came out into the light.
“You know, I’m right there, like two feet away,” Dean complained. “You’re gonna wake the dead one of these days, and the last thing we need to deal with is any vengeful spirits knocking on our doors along with all the rest of the problems going on.”
March 22nd excerpt:
“Really, Dean?” Sam asked, gesturing at the boots that were up on the covers.
“What are you, my mother?” Dean griped. When Sam’s bitchface didn’t relent, he rolled his eyes with a glare of his own sent Sam’s way.
“Fine,” he said snippily, giving in. Jacob smirked at the back-and-forth, enjoying the normalcy to be found in the banter. He was even tempted to play devil’s advocate and point out that it wasn’t like Dean’s boots could get the old motel room covers any dirtier.
Dean pulled off the boots, one after the other, and lightly tossed them towards his duffel lying next to the dresser the television was on. “Okay, new rule. Sam doesn’t get to pick the movie,” he announced with a smirk sent in Sam’s direction.
March 12th excerpt:
Sam settled into the crook of his neck for stability as he started walking, heading carefully out of the village. Bowman swooped ahead of the hunter, waiting as Dean grabbed his duffel bag from the ground. It hadn’t been any use so far, but he could never be too prepared in his line of work. He’d learned to keep whatever weapons he could on hand, especially when he had no idea what they might be facing.
March 2nd excerpt:
With something that strange going on, it was assumed that the still-human-sized human would be coming to the village to investigate. Even so, when the duffel clattered loudly to the ground, the noise did cause a few sprites to falter in surprise, sending Dean stern looks before going about their business again. It was doubtful anyone missed his walking up, but giant steps were easier to ignore knowing the giants were safe.
But really, that had been loud.
Definitely loud enough that Jacob, who was back in Bowman’s house, had no doubts that his friends had arrived.
February 13th excerpt:
Logan tromped to the center of the clearing so he could get a good view of the sky. “I’ll get a fire going,” he determined, glancing back to Dean, standing there with a duffel bag full of weapons and a sprite in a jar, casual as could be. What the hell?
February 3rd excerpt:
That was the last thought he had before Dean leapt into the air, catching the fence with a hand. The toe of his boots fit through the chain links, but nothing more, and Dean used that leverage to climb the rest of the way up, sending the entire structure shaking from his weight and the strength in his arms as he moved. When he reached the top, he didn’t just climb over, he braced one hand on the edge and propelled himself over the top, flipping upside down before he dropped on the other side.
And landed on his feet with a beyond-heavy thud, only a foot away from where the duffel had landed.
January 5th excerpt:
“Dean! ” Sherlock called, cutting off John’s comment as he took long strides toward the kitchen. It was the most likely place they’d find the tiny man. Sherlock had no doubt the Winchesters’ food supply had been greatly depleted that night and would need to be refilled.
Biting back a cringe at the volume of Sherlock’s voice, John heaved a weary sigh as he followed his flatmate.
The silence in the kitchen shattered, Dean burst out from behind the glassware on the countertop, looking more frazzled than normal. His duffel was discernibly thicker than before, and a biscuit hung out of his other arm. Clearly, he had been busy in the time since they’d seen him last.
“What?! ” Dean hissed. “And, what the hell?! How do you possibly always know where I am? It’s ruining my mystique!”
July 31st excerpt:
Dean packed everything he could into the duffel. It was at least an hour’s hike to get to where Jacob met up with Bowman, and further than that if they needed to go all the way to the village. They might not have time to make it all the way back to the car if things went to hell.
He hefted the duffel up to a shoulder. “Ready, pint-size?” he asked his younger brother, who was sitting on his right shoulder like normal.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Brothers Apart 