Dean started by tugging off his boot and placing it to the side, followed by the other. As he pulled at the socks to check his feet first, he paused. He jabbed a finger in Jacob’s direction. “Just don’t go blowing my socks away! They’re hard enough to hang onto as it is.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at Dean’s stubborn grousing. “I won’t blow away your socks,” he promised in a low murmur.
Dean shoved Sam in the opposite direction. “Now!” he shouted.
Sam would know what to do.
In unison, the two brothers tossed themselves forward with their knives. Almost at the same time, twin silver blades cut into the hands, one on each side. They needed to get the hands out of their way. If they couldn’t manage that, they wouldn’t have a ghost of a chance at escaping.
It’s going to be part of one of the AU’s we already have under construction. This was actually a story we came up with not long after we finished writing A Lich of Sense, and right around when we realized there was no reason to stop writing stories together.
Dean is big, so it’s not a part of Brothers Lost.
Brothers Asunder hasn’t started yet, so it’s not a part of that series.
Jacob is not (yet?) a part of Brothers Together. (Though he and Oscar would be so adorable. The tallest guy with the smolest smol)
Which AU it’s in will remain a secret, but it is actually the third story in that AU! And, it’s the longest, angstiest, most terrifying story we’ve ever come up with. It’s also in the middle of being edited, so it’s not ready for upload.
Remember, it’s going to be up to a vote which story comes after A Lich of Sense stops posting, so even we don’t know when it’ll post!
Dean held his face expressionless as he listened to Jacob’s words, checking out his own cards. For him, it was a more involved process. Sam stood half an inch higher than the cards, but Dean wasn’t even a third of an inch taller. They were lightweight, but bulky in his hands. The thick, coated paper was coarse as he lifted it, spotting the red letters that told him his card.
Dropping that card down, he lifted up the second. “Maybe that’ll have to be your incentive,” he told Jacob dryly. “You’ll have to come to us if you want to do your laundry.”
Sam got on Jacob’s hand, planting his boots so he wouldn’t lose balance when it started moving. He gestured for the teen to lift it up. “We won’t let you down. Oh, and Dean?” He pulled out the rest of his salt, tossing the pouch to his older brother. “Just in case.”
Dean gave a jaunty salute with the salt, his trademark smirk in place.
“I’m gonna be feeling that one in the morning,” Dean gasped out as he managed to finally sit up, letting his arms fall limply across his legs. He coughed, trying to clear up his throat.
That was when he finally realized that he was sitting in a hand, and a familiar one at that. He twisted around, staring straight up at the human that was looking at them both. He gave Jacob a wry grin. “Guess we coulda used Godzilla with us this time,” Dean tried to joke.
“We lived on the road,” Sam said, his ears still slightly red. Hopefully the two humans were too big to notice. “Dad took us from case to case after our mother was killed. Vengeful spirits, poltergeists, werewolves…” He trailed off.
“Witches,” Dean finished, remembering their last fateful case. “And cursed objects. People write strange deaths and disappearances off but there’s always a reason for them. People don’t just die and fade away.”
“Other people just stop looking,” Sam said sadly, picking up the train of thought. Dean wasn’t the only one that wished he could keep others from going through the same hell as they had.
Brothers Apart 