Dean and Sam Winchester fan art for brothers apart! @nightmare06 @neonthebright @brothers apart. Dean and Sam are exhausted after a routine salt and burn, they were both asleep before their heads hit the pillow! But don’t worry, Sam dosent mind sleeping with dean every once in a while. even if he was to tired to recognise the difference between a hand and his blanket, he knows dean’s got him.
“Alright,” Jacob muttered, shifting his focus entirely to the small sleeping person. He didn’t want to leave Sam lying in the book. He moved a hand tentatively towards Sam, ready to snatch it back if he startled the little guy awake.
It didn’t happen. Jacob had had practice picking up sleeping sprites before, and it showed now. Despite his hand being so much bigger, he was able to nudge it under Sam while hardly disturbing his curled-up position. His fingers curled protectively over the tiny weight. When he stood, his hand remained steady thanks to the times he’d carried young nestlings home at their insistence on a ride on his hand.
Jacob didn’t notice right away that Sam had nodded off, gone to chase dreams in the pages of the book. After being scolded once for glancing over too much, he made a point to leave Sam be. He only thought to look over when he found a site that might be of interest, but that required a paid subscription to access. He was ready to ask Sam’s opinion on it when he stopped.
For a moment, he thought Sam wasn’t there. Then, tentatively, wary of more scolding, Jacob reached over to lift up the page that had fallen over a small shape.
A bemused smile ghosted across his face at what he found. Curled up in the middle of a book several times his weight, was Sam. His tiny face rested against the curve of the pages like it was a huge cushion. He looked exhausted.
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.
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.
Jacob smirked at the sight of Sam’s slow waking. The sluggish movements and lack of much concern was a huge contrast to what Jacob had grown used to in the last few weeks. No one else sat still when he was so close, so he never really had much chance to see their various actions in miniature. Delicate little hands and arms (that he had to remind himself were actually just normal) moved about with so much dexterity that he’d miss it if he didn’t pay attention.
Then, he glanced back to Dean. One hand reached down and gently nudged at the quarter sticking out of Dean’s bag again. “You’ve got a lot to carry back and it’s a bit of a hike,” he pointed out. “You want me to get you there?”
Dean put his hand protectively over his duffel bag, giving the huge hand that hovered nearby a mistrustful look, wondering if Jacob was going to pluck the coin away. “It’s not as heavy as it looks…” he countered slowly.
Brothers Apart 