There would be a lot, a lot of guilt, self-flagellation, trying to insist Sam stay away from him, he’s clearly too dangerous, and so much drinking.
All the drinks.
It wouldn’t be a happy AU.
Tag: drinking
December 4th excerpt:
“I take it you have a few questions before you go,” said Sherlock curtly, setting down the glass he’d finally tracked down.
“I do, yeah…” Lestrade made a move to take the drink Sherlock poured, but the first thing the detective did was tilt the glass so that the drink was within reach for Dean. By the pointed gaze Sherlock was giving him, it was clear to Lestrade that he was being shown exactly who was first priority here. Lestrade couldn’t contest that either, so he sat back and folded his hands on the table in front of him, waiting for Dean to take his drink first.
Dean frowned, concentrating on the tiny bit of… something on his tongue. His brow pinched with confusion. Now that he paid some attention, he realized that it didn’t taste like anything he’d eaten that night … and it was bigger than he’d expect for it to go unnoticed for so long, definitely too big to simply have been stuck in his teeth.
Then he realized something and it felt like the world started to crash down.
It was moving.
A sense of dread filled him, starting with a clenching in his stomach that bloomed outwards and jabbed ice into his heart and set his pulse pounding in his ears. Reflexively, he pinned the weakly wriggling thing to the roof of his mouth when he swallowed down the rest of his beer in shock. His eyes snapped over to where everyone else was sitting and he could feel his insides freeze up, even more jagged claws digging their way into his chest at the horrible realization of what – or, rather, who – was in his mouth.
Sam was still diligently recording what they knew in his little journal, leaning over it in the way one did to minimize distraction despite the movie blaring in the background. He kept that book with him at all times, jotting down useful information. Bowman sat with his bottlecap forgotten in his hands, staring at the TV screen with a confused fascination that often adorned his face when he was witnessing what he proclaimed to be “human magic.” Those leafy wings twitched a little. And Jacob …
Jacob was nowhere to be seen.
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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.
February 22nd excerpt:
“At least getting the drinks won’t be hard with Dean’s fake ID’s around,” Sam said aloud as he mused on their last few times drinking. “I bet that was his main reason for making them for you. Using them for cases was just his excuse.” He smirked at that, knowing Dean really had made them for hunting. Aging Jacob up a few years… that was just so it was easier to get their hands on beer.
January 31st excerpt:
Sam gave a grunt as he pushed at the very edge of the massive door to maximize the torque, inordinately glad that the hinge wasn’t rusted at all. Dean dragged the whiskey behind himself, just as glad that he had extra strength at his disposal.
After everything is over for the night, Sam would end up substituting in for a teddy bear cuddled against his chest. Sam can’t have Dean saying things like that; without a brother like Dean, he might not even be around anymore. They watch out for each other.
Brothers Apart 