You know when you re-watch an episode and… Yeah….
Tag to 7.12. Don't even think it's a drabble. Caring! Dean. Brotherly love, bit of motherhen! Dean too.
Dean looked up at Jodie, silently thanking her as she hauled him to his feet.
"He was talking about-" Sam nodded.
"Yeah." His expression changed as he took in Dean's appearance. "Dude." Dean's default setting kicked in as he allowed himself to look confused.
"You look like an extra from Goodfellas or something."
"Dude I was in 44-" Dean cut off.
"What?"
"My jacket." He looked ill. Sam stared. "My, when he, my clothes, my jacket…" Jodie decided to cut in.
"So you land in 44, cops pick you up."
"Yeah," Dean answered distantly. "Thought I was a Nazi at fist, or a spy or something. Then Ness came in, pegged him for a hunter." Dean looked Sam over. "Dude you look like crap."
Sam raised his eyebrows and Dean shrugged out of the coat. "Here, use that." Sam stared.
"I haven't slept under one of your coats since I was what? Six?" Dean shrugged, that would be around the time Sam got too tall to fit comfortably under Dean's clothes.
"More or less." He threw the coat at his brother. Sam caught it looking stunned. "Go get some sleep." Jodie snorted. Sam sighed.
"Alright." She let out a huff.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"I had to threaten him with my mom voice." Dean smiled absently as he watched Sam leave the room.
"Yeah... I don't threaten."
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