Tag: OMG

Concept: Sam grows a beard (as per your tags on that J2 set) and suddenly becomes the guy that all the women look at first. Dean Is Shook.

zmediaoutlet:

Okay. What? This is the–fourth time, at least, by Dean’s count, and just–

“What the hell,” he mutters, under his breath, and Sam barely glances up from his book.

“What,” he says, absently, turning back to the history of–whatever, Goats Through the Ages, Dean doesn’t even care at this point. He’s too distracted by yet another chick pausing by their table in the library, pretending to look at something in the stacks while clearly just sizing up Sam, and not even giving Dean a second glance. He sits back from the table and just stares at the girl–cute, even if she’s way too young for either of them at this point, but. Come on.

“Hey, I think I got something,” Sam says, and the girl jerks her eyes away, and catches Dean staring, and gives him the what, creepo? face and turns away all offended, and–really? Really? “Dude, hello? Research, for the case?”

When Dean focuses back on Sam, he finds himself the recipient of a very similar version of the creepo face. “Come on, man, you could literally be her dad,” Sam says, and holy crap that is not the point.

“What is going on?” Dean says, and Sam shakes his head, brow furrowed like what, but he also reaches up to scratch the scruff and–oh, no. Really? “Oh my god,” Dean says, a little too loud, and Sam shushes him, but this is just ridiculous. “You’re lumberjack chic. I can’t believe this.”

Sam stares at him, but–there’s another little group of coeds down in the mythology and folklore section, and they’re actually whispering and pointing, a little giggle floating down through the shelves, and they’re all focused right on Sam. Sam, who caught a nasty slash on the jaw from a tree branch during a hunt two weeks ago–and yeah, Dean made fun of him for losing a fight with a tree, especially since Dean had almost broken a rib from a tussle with the actual ghost, but whatever, he’d put in a few stitches for Sammy too, and made sure it didn’t get infected. Sam hadn’t been able to shave, and there was a minute there where his beard was patchy and hilarious, but now–it’s pretty even, and he’s been trimming it so it looks… vaguely good, if Dean’s going to be honest. But this–another girl passes by, while Dean’s still having this weird hot revelation, and what the hell, are they having a voyeur library convention?

Sam sits there with his beard and his hair tucked behind his ears in his red plaid, tan and huge and ridiculous, and says, “Dude, what the hell are you talking about,” and Dean shoves up from the table and glares at this latest girl, who blinks at him all shocked and scuttles off into the stacks.

“We’re leaving,” Dean says, while Sam raises his eyebrows. “And then we’re gonna take those stitches out, and you’re going to shave.”

“Oh,” Sam says, and scratches at his jaw again. “Okay, good call. Not really FBI regs, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, slamming the book closed. “That’s why.”

itsnotsammy:

The first time John walks into his boys kissing, he’s sober enough to drag his tired ass to a separate room and let them enjoy the night and part of the next morning. The second time, though, it looks like they’re just kissing and cuddling–and he takes a second to stare, because isn’t that sweet? He vaguely remembers doing the same with Mary before Dean was born, and well it seems their boys are just as boring and domestic as they used to be.

Who could’ve guessed, huh?

But before he can leave the room and make some noise outside to warn them he’s back, Sam makes a startled noise and honest to God pushes Dean away from him so desperately that the kid just falls out of the bed. John winces in simpathy– this must’ve hurt. But then he suddenly remembers they don’t know he knows, because they’ve been trying real hard to hide their whatever-they-have from everyone, John’s name placed at the golden #1 position on their list.

“We..we–” Dean is stuttering and stumbling on his own feet, looking so young and scared that John wonders if he should step closer and hug the kid. “Sam did nothing wrong, s-sir–”

Okay, maybe John should’ve warned them. He could’ve left a note or something, at least– but hey, tracking the demon and hunting supernatural things wasn’t exactly easy. His to-do list is a bit full right now and he’s been a little too busy to remember his kids were kissing each other (and doing other things he really didn’t want to know about, and Sam’s already 15 so hey, not his damn business anymore).

“Dean, shut up.” John replies, but maybe he’s too tired because he sounds rougher than expected and Dean just tenses up and looks even more younger if it’s possible. “Come here, son.”

Dean gulps loudly and takes nothing but a second to stare at Sam, but then lowers his head and steps closer, still tense. John will remember to leave a note next time he finds out one of his kids fell in love with a family member, but for now he just pulls his oldest into a hug and doesn’t let go until Dean relaxes completely–

“It’s okay, buddy.”

–which takes a damn long time, a lot of encouragement and Sam silently slipping into the hug when John invited him.

He’s made peace with his mind a long time ago about their relationship, or whatever they name it. It took some time and a fair share of liquor bottles and bar fights, of course– but he’s seen how happy they are with each other, how they protect and love each other. He didn’t choose to love Mary, just as they didn’t choose this. It’s not fair to destroy their happiness just because he got his ripped apart all those years ago.

“I’m okay with this.” John says at some point, presses gentle kisses to Dean and Sam’s foreheads before finally letting them go. “It’s not what I expected for you when you were born, but…” He also didn’t expect to lose Mary, to have this kind of life. “But we’re family.”

“Dad–”

He smiles and pats Sam’s cheek playfully. “Just give your old man a break and try not jump into your brother’s pants when I’m around. You’re damn loud, kiddo.”

He’s never seen Sam lose his words so fast.

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