August 6th excerpt:
The little lump in Dean’s mouth was the last thing on his mind as he sat bolt upright, glancing around the room and trying to find his mysterious attacker. He blinked blearily at the glowing numbers on the nightstand, his mind beginning to work its way to being fully awake as the late hour started to sink in.
What the hell’s going on… was the most coherent thought Dean could manage.
June 27th excerpt:
A few scattered projects surrounded Dean’s nest, though Moira couldn’t tell what any of them were or would become. He was always so crafty, in a way that not many others could match even after years of practice. It was like Dean had learned secrets they didn’t have access to, and not for the first time Moira wondered at the secrets her brothers kept after so many years of knowing them.
She knelt by Dean’s side, pushing his shoulder. “Dean,” she whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible to avoid waking Sam.
He groaned, trying to roll away from her touch. Since he was tucked into a corner, there was nowhere else for him to go, and his eyes squinted open in annoyance. “What?” he griped, rubbing his eyes.
June 17th excerpt:
“Dean.”
For the third time that morning, Dean found a voice by his side whispering his name with some urgency. The urge rose up in him to simply grab his blankets and tug them over his head, ignoring the rest of the world in favor of some much-needed sleep.
Yet Dean’s deepest nature prevented him from trying, and when the second “Dean!” came, he blinked open his eyes.
“Whu–“
April 24th excerpt:
Dean grumbled in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering open briefly in the chill air of the motel room. Wondering what had woken him, his eyes briefly wandered over to the nightstand. “ ‘ammy?” he mumbled.
When he spotted the still, sleeping form of his little brother curled up on the nightstand next to Bowman with the extra-small Jacob presumably curled between them, he smiled. Settling back down, he let himself sink back into his pillows, absently scratching at a flutter near his stomach. Dean yawned, slowly passing back into sleep.
February 20th excerpt:
As his two little brothers returned to safety, Dean shifted in place with a content mumble. He briefly reached across to itch at the arm they’d climbed up, rubbing the fabric where Sam and Jacob’s path had been. Then, he rested the hand close to the pocket, a thumb draped over the bottom. Letting out a deep sigh, he sank fully back into sleep.
February 18th excerpt:
The fabric of the pocket shifted around Sam, and for a moment he thought it was Dean waking up. But he soon came to realize that the surface they lay on was steady. Dean’s chest rose and fell with a slowness only found in sleep, his heartbeat constant.
Jacob.
Sam’s eyes snapped open and he instinctively grabbed Jacob’s ankle before his younger brother could get all the way out of the pocket.
“Whatareyoudoing?” Sam mumbled, blinking blearily.
February 2nd excerpt:
Asleep or not, the moment Sam latched a hand on Dean’s jacket to scale up to his chest, the steady breathing pattern hitched underneath his touch. Sam smiled, knowing that meant Dean had woken up.
He didn’t halt his climb, though, or even miss a beat. It took him mere moments to reach the top, and he sat down right over Dean’s heart. “How’s the ground treating you?” he called up to Dean with a knowing grin as Dean continued to pretend sleep. There was a furrow in Dean’s brow at Sam’s words, but nothing more.
Pocket sleeping bag😴 I tried to do a perspective thing that’s y it’s weird X3
September 30th excerpt:
Sam paused in the middle of scrubbing the water off his face with a corner of the flannel shirt they’d slept on. He listened to the room beyond, separating the sounds out just like Walt had taught him to. Although, in all those lessons he’d never imagined he’d be using them to tell him if his brother was awake.
The room was silent, and peaceful. There was no running water in the bathroom beyond and only the gentle chirps of birds outside broke the quiet. After a moment he could even discern the slow breathing of the hunter, blending in to the outside noises.
“He’s asleep,” Sam said. “But he’ll probably wake up in no time. He shoulda shut the drapes better last night. There’s no way he’ll be able to stay asleep in a bright room like this.”
Brothers Apart 