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Welcome to Thursday, y’all. Today’s theme is siblings! You either love ‘em or you hate ‘em – or maybe you’re completely indifferent to their existence.

As ever, the rules are:

*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.

If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Have fun!

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From:

canonisrelative.livejournal.com

Dean had him by the throat and shoved up against the rough brick wall before Sam could react, which pissed him off. Before he left for college, he and Dean had been 50/50 on taking each other down. Dean’s strength versus his own height, reach, raw power and teenaged anger. He choked against Dean’s hand and lashed out, flailing more wildly when Dean evaded him like he knew exactly what Sam was going to do.

“My mom, Sammy? ‘My’ mom?” Dean was fucking scary, as it turned out. Sam had always watched the bad guys shrink away from him. He’d never been that guy himself. He gasped and went still against the wall.

Dean let up on Sam’s throat because, duh, it was Sam, and if Dean actually hurt him his next move would be to jump off a bridge. When he’d caught his breath, Sam wheezed in a couple breaths, glaring at Dean but holding himself still.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m sorry. I didn’t meant that.” His voice was thick, like talking around a mouthful of syrup. Dean rubbed his hand over his mouth again and looked at him. His eyes on Sam’s felt like permission so he said, “I just, I meant, the way we lived. It’s not a surprise, right, that this would happen.”

Dean turned away, pressing his fingers into his own temples. “A half-brother, man,” he muttered. “Another brother. How am I supposed to deal with that, huh, Sam? He springs this on me, that I got some half-brother he says he didn’t know about? The kid’s like twelve, what am I s’posed to do with him?”

“Uh,” Sam worked his jaw over the multitude of things he wanted to say, staring at Dean. “Um. I mean. Why the hell do you have to do anything? Did Dad, like, tell you you were taking him in or something? Come on, Dean. The kid’s a civilian, leave it alone.”

“Are you shitting me? Sammy, are you fucking trying to make a stupid joke right now?” Dean was right back up in his face, and Sam flinched away.

“For fuck’s sake, Dean, could you be a normal person for like a second? Lots of kids have dads they don’t know, this Adam dude is probably fine, all right? It’s not like he’s in any more danger than any normal person on any given day. You know?”

Dean snorted and looked away, but didn’t move out of Sam’s personal bubble. The brick wall at his back snagged at the soft material of his sweater, the new one he’d bought after his first work-study paycheck. He moved carefully away from it and resisted the impulse to try and feel over his own back, make sure it hadn’t been ruined. “What?” Sam asked, pulling at the hem and realizing Dean had muttered something.

Dean groaned and rolled his eyes. “I said, he’s a Winchester. Of course evil shit is gonna track him down.”

Sam frowned. “Dude, he’s not, though. He’s a, whatever Dad said. Mulligan? He’s not one of us, so don’t push it. Look.” Sam reached for Dean, laying his hands on his chest, going for placating. “I’ll keep an eye on him, all right? Maybe I’ll try and contact him, if I do I’ll let you know. You and Dad, you go do you thing, but please, I’m begging you, don’t drag him into all this. Okay, Dean? Kids growing up without a dad, there’s a million support groups for that. For kids like us? There’s nothing.”

Dean flinched and pulled back from him, smacking Sam’s hands away when he tried to reach for him again. They stood looking at each other, and finally Dean reached for Sam, coasting his fingers over him like he had a thousand times before, but this time there was no injury to check for, no wound he could find with his hands.

“See you around, huh, kiddo?” Dean said, going for bravado and landing on tired and heartbroken. Sam turned his face away, not wanting to see the look Dean was giving him.

He stayed in his dorm lounge for another ten minutes, sprawled awkwardly on the stained sofa, unable to distinguish the sounds of his fellow freshmen coming and going from the sounds of his family leaving without him.

From:

tigriswolf

Aww, *cries* Please please tell me Adam gets a better fate in this 'verse?

From:

canonisrelative.livejournal.com

You know I've been like unable to stop thinking about this since I wrote it last night, I really want to expand on it and YES Adam would totally have a better fate in mine! I was really intrigued by the idea of how the boys would have received a new brother before all the events of the show, how it would have been different from the time they met ghoul!Adam. If I write more I'll link to it here.