( A work of fanfiction for Brothers Apart, created by
Helloootricksterr over on Archive of Our Own ( @chewbaccaaah ) )
A drunk Dean can sometimes get too upset at his life. Luckily, little brother rushes to help!
Tag: drunk dean
February 16th excerpt:
Sam almost leapt off the bed, his hand sealing around Dean’s wrist and his watch all together, holding his drunk brother in place.
“Hey, hey hey! ” Dean whined, trying to pull free and getting nowhere.
“Dean, what the hell,” Sam snapped, his eyes flicking worriedly down to Stan.
February 14th excerpt:
Sam sighed. “You’re drunk, aren’t you.”
Ignoring Sam, Dean locked right on the television, his glazed eyes taking it in. Sam certainly didn’t watch shows like that when he had the time, so…
Spotting Stan, Dean pounced on the bed. “Whatcha watching?”
December 16th excerpt:
Dean smirked, not above the chance to brag on his accomplishments. “I’m a tracker,” he said proudly, jutting his chin out. “So long as Sherlock gives me some idea what we’re searching for, I can lead him right to it. Just like I coulda told him, if he asked me, that one of his missing glasses is in the back of that cupboard pushed behind everything else, the other is mixed into his lab equipment, and the last is right above our heads.”
Pointing in time with each of his declarations, Dean indicated where all the missing cups were in the flat, and on the last, with his arm pointing overhead, he nearly stumbled over, losing his balance when the room went sideways.
Lestrade and Sherlock followed Dean’s finger in each direction he pointed. While Lestrade was confused by the final location, Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, knowing the glass hadn’t been left on the light overhead. That left the flat upstairs as the only remaining option, the place where John Watson slept. And evidently did more than sleep.
Dean vs. the Digits
A truly epic battle of wits and cunning strategy.
Dean declared a thumb war and won!From a future story in the Brothers Consulted part of the Brothers Apart multiverse. An art trade with Nightmares06 for the finale of a Dragon!Dean story.
December 14th excerpt:
Lestrade couldn’t hold in a chuckle anymore, curling his fingers back to be out of reach of Dean’s little punch before relaxing them back down to the table. “Forgot about me, did ya?” he said knowingly, a little too entertained by Dean’s drunken movements and ready to catch him in case his balance gave out on him.
“Did not! ” Dean protested with his fists clenched by his sides. His shoulders bunched up, along with his leather jacket, as he stood there looking like a cat with its hair on end.
December 10th excerpt:
“This lifeline’s longer than me!” Dean’s voice rang out from under Lestrade’s palm, aimed at Sherlock.
Lestrade arched his brow, glancing at Sherlock as soon as they both realized who Dean was speaking to. Addressing Sherlock as though Lestrade wasn’t there. They exchanged a look before their gazes dropped to the obvious culprit for Dean’s unusual behavior that neither had considered until then. The little tin cup Dean had abandoned with the rest of his things.
December 8th excerpt:
Lestrade’s brow lifted slightly, following Sherlock’s gaze. He recognized the meandering steps, he’d seen it many times over in much larger individuals. “Doesn’t drink much, does he?” Lestrade inferred with a glance at Sherlock.
“No,” the detective answered tersely, keeping a sharp eye on his small friend.
December 6th excerpt:
The glass of whiskey was on Lestrade’s half of the table, guarded closely by one of the DI’s hands, but it hadn’t been picked up yet for a sip since being refilled. Dean gave himself at least five minutes before Lestrade remembered it, and started to edge towards that side of the table. Between Sherlock’s rambles and the drink buzzing inside him, Dean had an unnatural level of confidence in his ability to go unseen. The glass was only a little taller than he was, clearly he’d be able to reach the alcohol level inside to fill his cup again.
He’d earned this whiskey, dammit.
By the time he was halfway across the table, Dean had managed to tune both Sherlock and Lestrade completely out in lieu of his mission for a refill.
Inktober 3 2017 tiny Dean’s messed up hair
My Inktober drawing for October 3rd 2017. Tiny!Dean forgot how to Dean when someone giant just up and musses his hair with their big ass finger.
This is from a future Brothers Apart AU from Nightmares06
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