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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The Heart of a Wolf
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And another guess that comes right from the Brothers Apart chatroom! Dean might be the size of a mouse, but he has The Heart of a Wolf!
“What do you want?” Sherlock sighed. The last time the agent had set foot in Baker Street, he’d somehow gotten himself enrolled in a bizarre training with Dean.
Still, even Sherlock had to admit (at least to himself, and certainly not out loud) that he had the makings of an acceptable ally.
With their recent addition of Detective-Inspector Greg Lestrade to the list of people who knew about Sam and Dean, Sherlock was beginning to resign himself to this pattern.
“Oh, er. Well, I was mostly wondering if Dean would be up for another training session.”
“I don’t see why not.” Sherlock’s blunt reply was strictly derived from Dean’s previous encounters with Agent Baker. They were quite easygoing with one another, the agent mindful of his movements around Dean, who was seemingly unafraid to tell it like it was to anyone no matter how tall. Objections to the opportunity to refine Agent Baker’s skills were likely to be rare, if existent.
“Brilliant! ” After a slight pause, Agent Baker began a hesitant question. “Do you, ah, think he’ll mind–?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes with a disinterested noise and hung up the phone on the spot.
Well, since they won’t be meeting Sherlock until they’re older, we’re going to have to take a trip into the future for this one! (John didn’t meet Sherlock until after he returns from war)
After growing up with humans, Sam’s a lot harder to intimidate in BD compared to in BC, so if he finds Sherlock staring at him with an intent look, he’s more likely to stare right back at him. He’s long grown used to his knack going off around his friends.
And since Sam isn’t as intimidated by Sherlock in BD as he is in BC, if Sam finds himself with nothing to do he might just go and see what Sherlock’s up to if he’s around. I can see him climbing right up Sherlock from the floor, trapping the detective in place while the lil guy is on him. Bug him to see what he’s looking at in his microscope.
March 29th excerpt:
Unable to reach the edge of the palm before it rose, Dean found himself curling into a ball around Sam as the ground dropped away. Then stopped. Pulse pounding, Dean blinked his eyes open in confusion as the hand paused in place.
Done with arguing with the giant, Dean shifted towards the edge of his hand, intent on getting down and getting away.
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?”
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!”
March 26th excerpt:
The cheerful greeting of “Afternoon, sir! ” on the other end unmistakably belonged to Agent Stan Baker.
“What do you want?” Sherlock sighed.
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.
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.
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.
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