The Dragon At Knights Inn ~~ Chapter 15 Finale by Wolfie180g, literature
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The Dragon At Knights Inn ~~ Chapter 15 Finale
Chapter Fifteen:
I Can't Forget About You
Sam didn't know what to expect when riding on the back of an actual dragon, but this wasn't it. Dean was fairly clumsy but trying hard to keep level. The four shoulders that Sam was siting on kept moving underneath him. Nothing like Dean's shoulder at all. Each one independent, and he tried thinking about the mechanics of it to distract himself from how high they were above ground, open air underneath.
Dean's head and neck were more or less parallel to his body as he flew, hearing Sam's coping method of screaming breathlessly. “You alright?” Turning his head slightly and seeing the pale
As a hunter, Sam had been exposed to many terrifying things over the years. Rotting corpses brought back to an undead life, werewolves macking on bloody human flesh like it was fried chicken, giant arachnid monsters that laid their eggs in people’s stomachs, death curses that did everything from melting people Indiana Jones style to turning them inside out. All of this was completely overshadowed by the sound a witch made when stepped on by an eighty-foot giant. He was intimately familiar with the crack of bone, the horrible wet sound of flesh tearing, the sound of agonized screams. The stuff of nightmares. But the effortless way Dean c
The Dragon At Knights Inn ~~ Chapter 14 by Wolfie180g, literature
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The Dragon At Knights Inn ~~ Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen:
But In My Mind, Deep In My Mind
It doesn't take very long for Dean to get ready for the hunt ahead. He'd been wanting to gank this bitch since he and his little brother rolled into town. His brother was placed in his 'spot' inside the trunk temporarily while Dean rummaged around. Sam's spot had his own gear and he too got ready for the night ahead. Matchsticks, salt, a long iron nail that was usually too big for his bag to haul around was reserved for hunts. Feeling better now that he's restocked and trying to keep his balance as the car shifted about with Dean leaning in and pulling things over or out. If he were any othe
Dean hadn't seriously started to worry until two extra hours had passed above the hour he had allowed Sam. Well, one extra hour after. Okay, fine, it was more like half an hour, but cut him some slack. He didn't go looking for him until after the two hours, in any case.
One of the things that he had noticed since upsizing was that he had a knack for finding things. If he was focusing on it, he could almost map out in his head which direction to go and where to look once he was there. The first time he had followed his sixth sense, he’d found a boombox blasting Metallica, assumed he’d heard it subconsciously, and left it at that.
So Dean had fucking cuddled with the Impala.
Sam really should have seen that coming by the way he caressed it as he picked it up, but he was a bit busy trying not to freak out. At least he hadn't been inside the damn thing, though Dean had been eager to try it. C’mon, Sammy. It’ll be fun, Sammy. Like a thrill ride! Ride the Dean Coaster! Don't be a pussy, Sammy. Yeah, fuck to the no. At least Dean hadn't pressed once he was taken in by the car. In fact it had taken every trick Sam had to get him to put it back down. But eventually they had parted ways for the moment, Sam to a nearby diner and Dean back into the woods, presumably
Dean held Sam in a makeshift hug for a long, perfect moment. The little spot of warmth and teeny tiny heartbeat — that was Sammy. Sammy. All grown up and hunting. Holy shit.
And then the spot moved, shifting a little, and said, “Dude. Your breath reeks.”
Dean laughed and took that as his cue to wrap up their little Hallmark moment. “Well, if you find a toothbrush my size, send it my way. I've kinda had to make do for a while.” He pulled Sam away from his face and set him gently on the ground again. And, yeah, he knew he was big, but holy shit. Sam was tiny. It wasn't as though he’d had a lot of human cont
The Dragon At Knights Inn ~~ Chapter 13 by Wolfie180g, literature
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The Dragon At Knights Inn ~~ Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen:
Well I Get So Lonely, When I Am Without You
Bobby wiggled the cell phone's string and Dean pounced on it like a cat, tugging twice and getting two back for the go ahead to keep pulling the cell phone along. It rang out before he had time to figure out what number to call on it. Answering it eagerly, “Bobby?”
“No, sorry, this is Sam.”
Dean's eyebrows shot up. It sounded like his brother but, of course, older, voice pitched a little lower and expectant. “Hey, uh, Sam.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck in a similar way he'd seen Sam do countless times. “Man, so weird to hear your v