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Curled into a ball, Sam listened impatiently to the voices that echoed above him.
They had stumbled onto a case up by the Great Lakes one morning that had both of their spidey senses tingling. A man was found dead in his home while his wife was out. All doors locked, the alarm system armed and fully functional. The oddest part was his heart had stopped without warning (he was only 40). In the subsequent autopsy that had been run on the body, the doctors had found, of all things, a cupid’s arrow pin in his heart.
Like it had simply materialized there by magic.
Needless to say, the authorities were baffled. Dean was betting on a witch, and Sam wasn’t about to bet against him.
Which was why he was curled up into a ball, safely tucked in Dean’s hand and waiting for an opportunity to get out and search for the hexbag while Dean smooth-talked his way into the house.
He couldn’t help but squirm a little in place, trying to find a comfortable position as Dean walked into the house at last. The huge fingers cupped around his body flexed open a little at his struggles, giving him space.
Even as he gratefully shifted to a more comfortable position in the increasingly hot and enclosed area, one of the fingers he was leaning against twitched in what he recognized as Morse Code.
Bitch.
Smirking, Sam pounded out his own shorthand into the fingers with sharp punches, telling Dean off.
Jerk.
Brothers Apart 