I hope you all had a fun, restful end of your year and are ready to get back down to business!
I have a lot of excitingthings happening this year, and I can’t wait for you guys to get your hands on them!
AI
Written: 25.01.15
Words: 1,340
General
“Son of a bitch!”
Dean’s eyes flew open and he bolted upright, instantly on high alert at hearing his brother’s cry of pain.
He was out of his bed, making his way cautiously down the hall in the next moment, “Sam?” At the lack of answer, he started down the hall faster, “Sammy!”
Dean raised his eyebrows as he came up to the front of the bunker and spotted his brother, sighing in relief, “Dude! Why didn’t you-”
“Don’t move!”
His brother’s panicked voice made Dean stop mid-step. He carefully placed his foot back down and moved his eyes to the floor. It was covered in some kind of liquid. Sam was somehow standing in the middle of the mess, socks soaked with whatever the liquid was.
Dean raised his eyes back to his brother, “What happened?”
Sam’s face broke into an embarrassed smile at that and he shifted his weight, “I…” He let out a breath and his shoulders deflated, “I dropped it.”
Sam groaned and pulled his pillow up over his ear, rolling over onto his side, not again.
Despite his pillow earplug, he could hear his brother stomping through the motel room, doing… whatever the hell he was doing.
After a few more minutes of too-loud-for-4am thumping, he felt a pillow hit his hip. He let out a small groan before he pulled his pillow away from his ear, “What?”
He heard his brother scoff, “You’re not gonna get up?”
“No.”
“Nice, Sam.”
“Every other time you’ve woken me up with your catchphrase, it’s been for something stupid.”
“Well what if I’m hurt this time?”
Sam flopped over onto his back, still not bothering to open his eyes, “If you were seriously hurt, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“You don’t know that. I’ve been in plenty of conversations while I was in pretty bad shape.”
“True,” Sam huffed and finally opened his eyes, turning to face his brother’s voice despite the dark, “but there’d be an air of panic in your voice.”
“Well…” The blonde’s voice trailed off and Sam could picture his eyes searching the dark as he thought of an answer.
There was a moment of silence then, before Sam heard the creak of the springs in the other bed, signalling his brother was getting into it. Finally.
“I’m not gonna wake up next time you need help. How about that?”
“So you’ll do what you usually do? Oh no.”
Another pillow hit him then, making the giant chuckle. He took the pillow and tucked it up behind his current one. He settled back down and was surprised at how much more comfortable his head was, another pillow does make a difference… huh.
Sam let out a yawn then and slipped his eyes closed, “Well?”
“Well what?”
Sam turned onto his side, resisting the urge to let out a huff, “What happened?”
“I… closed the door on my thumb.”
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Sam bolted upright, reaching for his gun on the nightstand in the dark. He tore out of his bedroom, sweeping the bunker as he went, “Dean?”
“I’m in here!”
He approached the kitchen, mind racing as he heard his brother continue to swear, “… You okay?”
“Fan-freaking-tastic.”
Sam stopped in the doorway as he spotted his brother standing in front of the open oven door, baking tray laying on the floor, amongst scattered pieces of broken cookies. Sam blinked in surprise, tired brain trying to make sense of the scene as he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, “What uh… what are you doing?”
Dean made the short trip over to the sink, running cold water over his bright red hand, “Burnt my hand.”
Sam shook his head, coming down the few steps into the kitchen, “And you’re baking at 4am because…?”
“I was trying to surprise you.”
“Why?”
Dean shook his head, “After the year you’ve had, I… I just wanted to do something nice.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “And you thought… baking was the best way to do that?”
The blonde gave his brother a pointed look as he turned the water off, shaking out his hand, “It is the holiday season.”
Sam scoffed, making his way over, to help pick up the broken cookies, “Yeah, but we aren’t exactly the celebrating types.”
Dean slammed his fist down on the counter, immediately regretting it as his knees buckled with the pain. He took in a sharp breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he let it out, “I just… I wanted to give you at least one good holiday memory. I mean seriously, it shouldn’t be that hard to-”
The blonde cut himself off as he felt his brother nearly slam himself against his chest, arms wrapping around his back, tightly. He opened his eyes and hugged his brother back, in spite of his surprise. Sam let go in the next instant, going back to picking up broken pieces of cookies, as if the hug didn’t happen. Dean stood there a moment, brows furrowing in confusion.
He made his way over to help his brother pick up the broken cookies, occasionally glancing at him as he helped, unsure of if he should say something. They continued in silence for a few minutes, before Dean couldn’t hold back anymore, “Sammy-”
“Don’t.”
He raised an eyebrow at his brothers’ tone but complied. Sam flicked his eyes up to the blonde’s face and sighed, running the hand that wasn’t piled with broken cookies through his hair, giving a sheepish shrug, “Sometimes you just need a hug, y’know?”
Dean nodded, unable to hide the smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth, I know.
