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April 15th except:

John stood and approached the desk again, reaching his free hand in the brothers’ direction.

Dean didn’t have time to think through his actions; he just reacted.

The second John’s hand reached towards the two children, Dean tossed himself over Sam, shielding his little brother with his own body. All of a few ounces and three and a half inches large, Dean wasn’t the best protection, but it was all he had to offer his little brother and he’d be dammed if he just let anyone pick up the kid without trying to stop them.

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April 14th except:

“We’ll get out of this, Sammy,” Dean promised. He spared a glance for the crack in the pocket where John’s hand entered, the long arm stretching out of sight as the man walked along. “Whatever it takes, you will not end up in another cage.”

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March 28th excerpt:

Dean pushed himself back from John with his free hand, trying to inch backwards from the man and put some space between them. That is, until he ran up against the hand cupped behind and flinched away again.

“We don’t want your help,” Dean protested, clinging to Sam. “People can’t be trusted, what makes you any different?”

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March 27th excerpt:

Dean was incensed past any rational anger, heating his face up as he turned it on his only target. “Why do you even care?!” he shouted up at John. “It’s not like it matters where we’re from!”

Apias: A Port in A Storm? This is my first time guessing. I am loving the stories, even if I have the wrong title.

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First time and you got it! The name is officially Any Port in a Storm, and these brothers certainly need a port to huddle in, considering the circumstances John finds them in!

When the snow started to come down, he knew they were really in trouble.

Dean glanced to the side, his gaze softening. Sam was slumped against his side, exhausted and weary. They had run for most of the day, leaving the younger kid drained and unable to keep up with his older brother for long. Dean had tried giving Sam a piggyback for a bit, but he tired as well within the hour.

We’ll just stop for a bit… get your energy back up and then we’ll find someplace safe and warm, okay?

There wasn’t much choice for them to stop. Sam couldn’t keep up, Dean couldn’t carry him, and he’d never leave his little brother behind. He’d found a bit of cover against a wall, staring at the deserted street beyond.

Occasionally, they’d pass by, and Dean could only hope that no one noticed the pair of tiny children seeking refuge.

Their escape, it seemed, came with a cost, and he didn’t know if they could last the night.

Any HC for Brothers Discovered?

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@nightmares06–

Headcanons or hot chocolate? XD Snow has hot cocoa on my brain.

I think, if I was to headcanon for Discovered (which is hard, because anything either of us headcanon can easily become actual canon), I would imagine that if Sam had a bad nightmare about being trapped in the cages again, he’d sneak off onto John’s pillow, near his safe human, and fall fast asleep.

And then Dean wakes up, panics when he can’t find Sam, and John ends up with two tiny kids sleeping on his pillow.

@borrowedtimeandspace–

My hot cocoa for Discovered is that John finds a copy of the BFG at a used book store and totally reads it with kiddo Sam. Cute fluffy bonding moments are Necessary.

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March 9th excerpt:

When a finger bigger than either brothers head brushed over Dean, melting some of the snow instantly on contact and knocking a few other flakes free from his flattened spike of hair, he jerked back on instinct, and dragged Sam along with him as he cringed from the hand that could scoop them both into a fist in seconds. Sam was limp, offering no resistance to Dean’s motion.

John sucked in a startled breath, jerking his hand back for a second. Before he could think about it, his hand shot back out and curled behind the moving figure’s back. His hand didn’t close, simply formed a barrier of warmth for the kid. They looked so small against his palm, and he took half a second to process the fact that they didn’t just look like tiny kids, they were real.

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March 8th excerpt:

A few steps away was a crossing, which had just turned in the direction that John wasn’t heading, so he shoved his hands in his pockets with a sigh and waited patiently for the light.

Boredom struck quickly, and curiosity brought his attention sliding back the way he’d come, to that strange figure in the snow. He didn’t understand why until he thought about it; whatever it was, it was small enough to be a toy. But a fallen toy wouldn’t manipulate itself in such a position.

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March 4th excerpt:

At 2 pm, the phone rang and Sherlock Holmes was the only one around to answer it.

Dr. John Watson had already left for his shift at a newly acquired job (evidently determined to make this one stick so they could “pay the damn rent”). Sam and Dean Winchester, the other flatmates standing at four inches tall at the most were hardly under obligation to answer the landline. That left the detective, who was too impatient to let it continue to ring any longer.

“Sherlock Holmes,” he answered curtly.