January 12th excerpt:
John stiffened when Dean started climbing on him. That was a new one, and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment while Dean ran across his thigh, seemingly intent on getting up on his own.
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December 31st excerpt:
The humans weren’t kept waiting long. At the back of the shelf, beyond where any of the books would reach unless they were shoved back all the way, Dean’s little shadow slipped from the corner. The crack he came from was expertly concealed to be hidden from view if one of the books in front was removed.
With the books gone, Dean had never felt so exposed leaving his own front door.
The tension in the air was so thick in the main room of the flat that even Dean picked up on it. He stepped up to the edge of the fabric John had gathered, his eyebrows going up as he saw it was all the same color. It didn’t take him long to piece together the fact that John had shredded a shirt for them to use, brushing a hand over a freshly-frayed edge.
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.
October 28th excerpt:
“Told you this was a bad idea,” Sam hissed at Dean, watching John lift a pile of paper into the air that most likely weighed more than the pair of them together.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Him? He’s harmless,” he said. “Sherlock is the one we have to worry about.”
“But–” Sam’s protest cut off in shock when Dean pushed himself away from the side of the couch and went to stroll out into the open. It was too late for Sam to dive forward and grab his arm, and all he could do was watch Dean greet what was, to them, a giant.
October 26th excerpt:
“What’s up, doc?”
John’s heart leapt into his throat at the unforeseen greeting, sputtering in the middle of his sip of tea. Quickly transferring the cup onto the counter before he lost his grip on it, he lightly coughed to keep the tea from going down the wrong way.
Once John had his breath back, his eyes darted around the kitchen. The voice sounded like it had come from higher up, so that narrowed down his search considerably, and he spotted Dean soon enough.
Putting Sam and John together is like mixing water and oil, they just don’t get along. Without Dean around all those years, trying to keep them together, they wouldn’t be in contact at all. Dean would want to contact him, but Sam wouldn’t be the one to make the call.
Brothers Apart 