June 24th excerpt:
Picking up his sandwich, Dean glanced at Oscar. “Do you know if anyone else is around? Your size?” he asked before biting into the bread, giving talking with the kid another go.
Oscar, still standing up on the book, almost felt like he was on display. Especially with a question like that hanging in the air. Expectant looks fixed on him and all but froze him in place with a dilemma.
June 23rd excerpt:
Oscar scanned the table from his new, surprised perch on the book. His eyes were wide and he clung to the mini-sandwich like it might disappear if he didn’t. Food containers towered over him, and they’d make decent hiding places if he could hop down and scurry behind them in time.
The only reason he didn’t try was sitting just a few feet away, holding onto a much larger version of the sandwich in his hands. Oscar eyed Sam, but when the kid didn’t reach for him he ducked his head to nibble at his food.
It was so good, his tears nearly made a comeback.
June 19th excerpt:
Placing his hand carefully against the table, Dean beckoned to Sam. “Gimme some of that sandwich,” he commanded.
Sam stuck his lip out but didn’t argue. “Kay,” he said, pinching off a corner.
Dean took it, flattening the bread between two fingers. “How ‘bout you get some rest and eat up?” he offered the kid, motioning with his head to the books he might be able to sit on. “Take it easy while we figure this out.”
May 24th excerpt:
Dean ignored the little squirms in his hand, much like he’d do if he was checking Sam for any broken bones just after a fall. “See?” he said softly to the kid as he worked his way over each rib and brushed against the skinny bare arms. “Nothin’ to it.” He searched those tiny eyes for any signs of pain and found none.
Sam slapped on some grape jelly to his sandwich and but both slices of bread together, eagerly biting down. “Isf hee okayff?” he asked, mouth full.
Finished commission for @nightmares06!! Must be a good sammich.
I’m so sorry it took so long, thank you so much for being so patient. If there’s anything you’d like fixed, let me know!
July 13th excerpt:
Lunch took half an hour, and Dean spent most of that time patiently scanning the world outside the Impala. He couldn’t stomach the thought of food, so he fiddled with the paper bag the sandwich had come from, hoping maybe Sam would think he’d eaten a second sandwich. Maybe he’d been too distracted to listen to Dean order, or–
“Really?”
Dean lost all hope of sliding this one past Sam when he heard the disapproving tone in the soft voice down on the seat. He turned his eyes down to where Sam was standing with his arms crossed, right next to the parted foil wrapper of the sandwich. Clearly, he knew Dean had never ordered more food. Not that Dean had held out much hope of slipping it by Sam. He never could.
With a wan smile, Dean gave it his best shot. “I just figured you might want seconds,” he said in a half-hearted protest, waving the food off.
August 18th excerpt:
Dean put his foil-wrapped sandwich down next to the small picnic that was set up for Sam and Bowman. “Make sure no ants go after that for me,” he said as he let it go. “And no sneaking any bites, hear me?”
“Sure, Dean. Whatever you say, Dean,” Sam said in the fakest, most syrupy-sweet voice he could muster. He hid a grin underneath his bangs as he stared down at the wrapper his food was on, knowing exactly how his tone would be taken.
Dean scoffed at the sarcastic tone from his brother. “At this rate I might have to find someone else to ride shotgun in the car.”
Brothers Apart 