The tines of the fork nudged at Sam’s arm, who barely even looked up at the threatening cutlery that could scoop him up into the air. “What, Dean?” he asked tiredly, a put-on air about him as he studiously focused on the shreds of hot dog and bread he had pushed into a facsimile of a hot dog on a bun.
“You gonna eat that?” Dean asked, jabbing his fork at the remainder of Sam’s portion of the meal.
With hands shaking from anger and exhaustion both, Logan found the edge of the pocket flap keeping him trapped. He even allowed himself to be smug as he pushed it up at last to survey his options.
And promptly froze as Dean leaned forward slightly and poked his fork at Sam, who was sitting on the plate just below.
Dean hummed to himself as he dumped the scalding hot water out over the sink and the hot dogs dropped into a strainer to cool. “Ketchup?” he called over his shoulder to Sam, getting a distracted nod in return.
Piling it all onto a plate, Dean snagged the bag of hot dog buns and brought it all over to the table, claiming the spot Bobby had eaten his own lunch in. It was easier since the spot was cleared of the regular clutter. The ketchup was fetched from the fridge, and a fork, which ended up used to cut one of the hot dogs to manageable pieces for Sam to gather from. Dean nudged that one to the very edge and plucked some of the softer parts of his bun off for Sam to try, then poured practically a red lake’s worth of ketchup for Sam to use.
“Grub’s up,” he announced, piecing his own together with the buns provided and grabbing mustard and onions as well to stack on top.
All but forgotten in Dean’s pocket, Logan waited for someone to notice the irony in the room. While he was trapped and barely allowed a shard of a pretzel, Sam was free to roam. He would even get to have some of the warm food with the others, despite being bug-sized. He should be in as much danger as Logan, but he wasn’t.
Wondering what made Sam so special wouldn’t get him free, so Logan pushed the thoughts aside. He kicked at Dean once more before turning to try opening the pocket again.
Bobby offered Sam a hand. He was less practiced than Dean, and quickly lowered the younger Winchester down before his nerves with the kid became overly obvious. Sam stepped to the table, only pausing once to see what had changed since the last time he’d been around.
“Is there a case?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped over the newspaper Bobby had left to the side, out of the way of his earlier meal.
Footsteps came from the hall, and Dean covered Logan with a hand, curling his fingers around the other man as Bobby came back in. Sam was no longer wearing his tan jacket, perched on Bobby’s shoulder with nothing more than his grey t-shirt, jeans and satchel.
“Got the blood out,” Bobby said gruffly. “That’ll just be drying until the morning.”
“Bobby said he’s got some food we can heat up!” Sam called out from his place.
Fanart for ‘brothers adopted’ @nightmares06@brothersapart@neonthewrite
I loved the part in ‘brothers adopted’ where dean and sam reunite and jacob is let free from the vase (poor kid). But it was so funny when sam basically scolded dean for taking jacobs stuff lol.
Heres some fanart for that chapter! Idk if this is exactly what sam said, but i figured its close enough (and besides, i have a bad memory lol).
Brothers Apart 