(I posted 2 chapters! Make sure to read chapter 3!)
Dean had decided to cook up some scrambled eggs, thinking Sam could cut up a chunk and eat it like that. He thought about making bacon too, but he realized it might be too hard for a tiny mouth like Sam's to chew. Instead, he microwaved a few sausage links that he had in the freezer. He let them cool down a bit before cutting off a tiny section to put on Sam's plate with the chunk of egg. Next, he grabbed a tiny cup and attempted to fill it with a drop of orange juice. But he ended up spilling it a few times before he got the drops in the cup. After cleaning up the mess, Dean carefully brou
Sam slept deeply that night, drifting off to sleep soon after his head hit the bed. The stress of the day before had taken it out of him, and he easily relaxed under the covers. The soft mattress was a stark contrast to the stiff and uncomfortable bedding in the pet store. His body still ached from the days of being curled up in the corner of the cage, tense as he watched the customers passing by anxiously. So it was no small relief for the cushioning, helping his body readjust to a more natural state.
He slept so deeply, he didn't have any nightmares like usual. The ones of fire and panic, blazing heat and helplessness... They had plagued h
Dean’s POV
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The drive back to Bobby’s felt like a tense silence. He had so many questions in his head that needed answering. Can the guy talk? Where does he come from? Does he have a name?
But first things first...
Dean stopped by the garage to drop off the dog food, saying goodnight to Bobby and that he had some stuff to take care of before he could finish his work. Since they were good friends, Bobby had let him slide, knowing better than to pry into anything. Dean wanted to tell Bobby about what he just bought, but it just didn’t feel right yet. He didn’t want to o
Dean wiped his hands of the oil and grease on a nearby rag. Sitting back on his stool and admiring his handiwork. He was working on a tune-up for a client at the garage that evening, Bobby’s Garage to be exact. He worked there for many years, learning his skills from Bobby himself.
“Dean!”
Speak of the devil, the old man came in from around a corner, holding some papers.
“Yeah?” Dean asked, as he finished getting as much grime off his hands as he could.
“Got my hands full with some paperwork tonight, need to get it done by tomorrow.” Bobby said. “Mind picking me up some dog food for Rumsfeld
(I posted 2 chapters! Make sure to read chapter 3!)
Dean had decided to cook up some scrambled eggs, thinking Sam could cut up a chunk and eat it like that. He thought about making bacon too, but he realized it might be too hard for a tiny mouth like Sam's to chew. Instead, he microwaved a few sausage links that he had in the freezer. He let them cool down a bit before cutting off a tiny section to put on Sam's plate with the chunk of egg. Next, he grabbed a tiny cup and attempted to fill it with a drop of orange juice. But he ended up spilling it a few times before he got the drops in the cup. After cleaning up the mess, Dean carefully brou
Sam slept deeply that night, drifting off to sleep soon after his head hit the bed. The stress of the day before had taken it out of him, and he easily relaxed under the covers. The soft mattress was a stark contrast to the stiff and uncomfortable bedding in the pet store. His body still ached from the days of being curled up in the corner of the cage, tense as he watched the customers passing by anxiously. So it was no small relief for the cushioning, helping his body readjust to a more natural state.
He slept so deeply, he didn't have any nightmares like usual. The ones of fire and panic, blazing heat and helplessness... They had plagued h
Nights at a motel were rarely quiet, in Sam’s expert experience, but this particular night was especially loud. For the last five minutes, the rustling of sheets had broken through the normal silence. This motel was deep in the countryside, far from the bustle of a normal town. The only sounds to be heard outside the room were the calm chirp of crickets in the distance, and the occasional bird passing by the window. None of that had been what woke Sam, however. He was far more concerned with what seemed to be Dean struggling in his own bed, above and to the side of Sam’s own place under the nightstand. Losing a fight with the covers, from what Sam could hear. Normally, the most he heard from Dean’s side of the room was the occasional snore or a bit of tossing and turning right after laying down. Never at 3am in the morning. Concerned, Sam dragged himself out of his bed and grabbed his satchel. His supplies were ready to go at any time, always left in an easy-to-reach spot nearby.
“Ng… Hey, uh, Ja-Jay?”
The young man typing at his computer heard the soft voice of his currently-tiny roommate next to him. Turning his head to examine the work surface beside him, his mischievous brown eyes quickly found the tiny boy standing on his desk, just as expected. He stood with one hand grasping his opposite elbow and one foot resting on its toes behind him—a stereotypical “embarrassed” position. Jay probably would have chuckled a bit just from his little friend’s stance alone, but the timid, puppy-dog expression on the boy’s face pushed it into “n’aww&
updated bio, still have a crush on Sam Winchester 😔and still a weirdo, just older lol. Love all fluffy cute g/t more than anything 😭💕 also love nature and crafts. Not sure what I’m doing %100 of the time. But life is like a box of beans, you never know when the irs will get you😔✊ words to live by
Hey guys! I know I've been gone for a bit but hopefully I can post some new stuff soon. I think I just need a beta reader that can give me some advice and help me tweak some stuff. If anyone knows where I can find one, lmk!