Title: Code of the Winchesters Genre/Rating: Gen, PG13 (preseries - Sam's about eight and Dean twelve) Characters: Sam, Dean, a pinch of John Words: About 3200 Notes: This is a birthday fic for the lovely
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Dean just hoped Sammy wasn’t planning on making a habit out of this, because in that case he’d have to find a way to get some coffee despite what Dad said.
JP!
Poor Dean. He's just so put upon!
And the whole scene with the crying? Oh, gosh. So cute and sad and sweet and adorable.
To always hate girls was still the first rule, but only unless they were pretty and smelled good. Or if they were nice, which was added on Sam’s insistence. Dean didn’t mind.
JP!
Oh. That's just so them.
Dean studied him for a moment before nodding his agreement. In the end, the rule amounted to not being a crybaby unless you had a nightmare, broke a bone (or your nose), or got shot. Dean thought about it a little before adding, “or if you have to kill something”. Because when Sammy had to kill something, which he would eventually, that would be scary for him. Well, Dean hadn’t killed anything on his own yet so he couldn’t be completely sure, but it was bound to be a little scary, and Sammy should have an out just in case it made him cry.
Oh, gosh. That's just so - yeah, gosh.
You really hit Dean - love and support and strenght and sacrefice and denial - so perfectly there.
Sam came out of the bathroom after a few minutes, and proved to Dean what an amateur he was by not even flushing the toilet to explain his detour.
JP!
Dean leaned ever so casually towards him - just reaching for the bag, really - and glanced at the paper. Yup, it was the rules, but there was something else, too, a couple of lines scribbled at the bottom with a different pen. He leaned back again. Swallowed carefully. Don’t be a really big pain in the youknowwhat. Do nice stuff back to Dean. Okay, so, sometimes being a big brother was a sort of crappy job. But other times it was… not so bad.
Dean just hoped Sammy wasn’t planning on making a habit out of this, because in that case he’d have to find a way to get some coffee despite what Dad said.
JP!
Poor Dean. He's just so put upon!
And the whole scene with the crying? Oh, gosh. So cute and sad and sweet and adorable.
To always hate girls was still the first rule, but only unless they were pretty and smelled good. Or if they were nice, which was added on Sam’s insistence. Dean didn’t mind.
JP!
Oh. That's just so them.
Dean studied him for a moment before nodding his agreement. In the end, the rule amounted to not being a crybaby unless you had a nightmare, broke a bone (or your nose), or got shot. Dean thought about it a little before adding, “or if you have to kill something”. Because when Sammy had to kill something, which he would eventually, that would be scary for him. Well, Dean hadn’t killed anything on his own yet so he couldn’t be completely sure, but it was bound to be a little scary, and Sammy should have an out just in case it made him cry.
Oh, gosh. That's just so - yeah, gosh.
You really hit Dean - love and support and strenght and sacrefice and denial - so perfectly there.
Sam came out of the bathroom after a few minutes, and proved to Dean what an amateur he was by not even flushing the toilet to explain his detour.
JP!
Dean leaned ever so casually towards him - just reaching for the bag, really - and glanced at the paper. Yup, it was the rules, but there was something else, too, a couple of lines scribbled at the bottom with a different pen.
He leaned back again. Swallowed carefully.
Don’t be a really big pain in the youknowwhat.
Do nice stuff back to Dean.
Okay, so, sometimes being a big brother was a sort of crappy job. But other times it was… not so bad.
AWWWW!
And that ending - definately brothers.
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You really hit Dean - love and support and strenght and sacrefice and denial - so perfectly there.
Oh, thank you. That's an awesome compliment.
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You're so amused you're amused like Jared Padalecki - head thrown back, clapping, laughing - you know, the full works.
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