A Hiatus (SPN genfic, 1777 words, G)

themegalosaurus:

I wrote this for @quickreaver for Summergen 2017. She had some super creative prompts but I chose this one: ‘downtime’.

LJ || AO3

Dean doesn’t notice Sam’s beard growing in until he looks up one morning and double-takes at the mountain man entering the kitchen.

“Dude,” he says, and Sam, soft in long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants, blinks at him through a halo of tousled hair. Come to think of it, that’s longer than normal too, curling at the nape of his neck where it’s usually disciplined into something at least approximating order just under his ears.

“You going for some kind of Chewbacca deal?” Dean asks, and Sam rubs a hand over his jaw, back up through his hair which ends up sticking up worse than ever.

“Just don’t see the need to cut it right now,” he says. “I only do it for the Fed outfits, anyway, and we haven’t had a proper case in forever.” Then he shuffles over to the coffee machine and makes himself a fancy latte with one of the bottles of syrup that have appeared on the counter in the last few weeks.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve been a good few inches off an FBI regulation cut for the past five years,” says Dean. Sam shrugs broad shoulders and Dean looks down at his black coffee, sniffing enviously and surreptitiously at the caramel-vanilla scent that wafts in his direction from Sam’s girly turquoise eco-mug. It’s true that they haven’t caught a hunt in a little while. It might be something to do with the Brits; they got so used to being drip-fed leads via text message that he and Sam have gotten lazy on their usual routine of scouring the web for whatever weird stuff might be happening in their line. Add to that, it’s summer, and things always just seem to die down a little this time of year. It’s like payback for the enormous shit-show that kicks off every spring.

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