#brother stuff

[superbubba4eva]

Brotherly love ❤️

[oh23]

Jason having a sore spot because he's the only one who ever saw/witnessed Dick NOT being the "good older brother".

Like everyone's always like wow dick is so nice hes so chill hes soo dependable, and Jason Knows theyre right- its not that- but hes just so. pissed off that hes the only one who never really got that version of dick. He's the only one who saw the edgy angsty angry teen that Dick was. the only one who knows what it feels like to be on his toes around Dick.

and he truly doesnt hold it against him, obviously not- but some things just hurt- and stick, yk?

Like he just mentally scoffs at all the Dick praise and blind hero worship and when hes feeling especially pissy and says hurtful shit he makes sure to bring every shitty thing that Dick has done. and it hurts everyone and its a shitty thing to do and say but then Dick shouldnt have done that-

Complicated sibling relationships!!!!!!!!!! :D

( and if ur a "oh they had a really good relationship thooo!!" truther- thats fine! cool ! idc!! i like them spicy!! i want them to have a fucked up complicated dynamic. Id kill for you but god i usually hate you but you know i love you- type shit ok?? its perfect. a street kid who was raised by the feeling of Being unwanted with a Older teen who was raised by an emotionally constipated loser who seemingly "replaced" him, gave what belonged to him to some random kid- ITS SUCH PERFECT SETUP)

[sarnai4]

Apollo: You’re really bad with boundaries

Hermes: Name one boundary I’ve crossed

five minutes earlier

Hermes, picking Apollo’s front door lock with a hair clip: Hey, can I come in?

Apollo:...

Hermes: Okay, one boundary I've crossed in this conversation.

[zbearhugz]

Fun fact. My lil brother has been calling Michael "Michael Holden-these-nuts" ever since he found out he was pan.

[iceeericeee]

I think one of my favorites conspiracy theories from my other brother is the one about the guy who made blueprints for a water powered car that actually functioned and then suddenly disappeared along with the plans for the car.

[wingsanddimples]

Danville, VA; July 1988

Dean wants to get Sammy a puppy. Not a real one (John would make some big show of...well, probably putting it down to teach them a lesson, if Dean was honest with himself), but a stuffed one. He’d seen the kid hugging the extra pillow on the motel bed at night and thought back to before the fire, when he would hug a blue bear to sleep at night.

He wants to find a puppy, but he also knows he’s at the mercy of whatever is easiest and most available for him to grab.

He stares at the kids on the playground, dutifully babysitting his younger brother in the sandbox, waiting for a good opportunity with a kid who’s just forgetful enough and a parent in just enough of a hurry.

The opportunity comes and Dean sees it immediately. A little girl, probably not much older than Sammy, has dropped her purple hippopotamus by the swings. Dean tells Sammy it’s time to go home.

“But Deaaan,” he whines at his brother, “I’m not done with my castle.”

“I know, we’ll come back tomorrow and I’ll let you build as many castles as you want, but we gotta go right now, okay?” Sammy pouts and Dean is tempted to let him finish his castle, but remembers the mission he’s on. “Go on, get started, I’ll catch up. I need a drink, ‘kay?” Sammy continues pouting, but gets up and stares woefully at his half finished ‘castle’. It’s more like a lopsided pile of dirt with a dirty pigeon feather stuck into it as a makeshift flag, but Sammy has also had to make due with the broken shovel and no bucket. He sighs loudly and starts walking to the sidewalk out of the park with his shoulders sagging dejectedly.

Dean takes the opportunity and sprints to the swings, sliding in the gravel and grabbing the stuffed hippo, as if he’s sliding for the game winning home run in the World Series.

He manages to stuff the hippo beneath his jacket with deft fingers that have lifted many a candy bar out from under gas station clerk’s noses. He then casually walks toward his younger brother and quickens his pace, grabbing Sammy’s hand and tugging him along and far away from the park and back toward their dingy motel room.

~

Sammy is eating the spaghetti-o’s Dean put in front of him and watching the static-laden cartoons they managed to get to come on the old motel TV when Dean decides to give him the hippo.

“Sammy, I wanted to give you something,” he says, clearing his throat and talking louder than the TV to get his brother’s attention. Sammy turns from the screen, his face a pasta sauce mess with random noodles stuck to his cheeks.

“What is it?” he asks, putting his spoon down and standing up on his chair, leaning toward Dean. His eyes are bright and curious and Dean beams as he pulls the purple hippo out from behind him and presents it to his baby brother with a wide grin.

“It was supposed to be a puppy, but the uh, the store was out, so I got you this instead.” Sam’s eyes widen and he squeals with delight, snatching the hippo and joyfully hugging it to his chest, the spaghettio’s transferring onto the plush.

“Dee, it’s the best puppy ever! I love it!” He clambers off the chair and hugs his brother, the hippo under one arm. “I’m naming it Puppy.” Dean ruffled Sam’s hair and hugged him back.

“Sure, sure, Sammy, I’m just glad you like it.”

~

Sammy wakes up to his father picking him up out of bed and taking him into the sticky air of the Virginia night and only groans a little. “Daddy, my Puppy,” he manages to croak out, his throat dry from sleep. John ignores him and puts him in the car, Dean beside him, rubbing his eyes and yawning, trying to get back to sleep. He starts to whine again about the stuffed animal, but John snaps at him.

“Enough! I don’t want to hear another word, Sammy.”

Sammy is too tired to insist and, feeling he might be dreaming, falls back asleep beside his brother in the back of the Impala.

The hippo had fallen off the bed, as stuffed animals are wont to do when a child tosses and turns and thrashes about in their sleep, and lay on the motel room floor, half under the bed.

It isn’t until they’re in a new motel Kentucky in the morning that it sinks in to Sammy that Puppy is nowhere to be found beside him, nor in the small backpack of his belongings. He sits on the bed and cries, inconsolable, for what feels to Dean like hours.

Dean sits at the table in the motel room staring at the ugly green patterned wallpaper. He didn’t know that they’d be leaving so soon, that John would grab them in the middle of the night and leave the state. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, Dean should have known better. He should have checked when John woke him up for the hippo. He could have stuffed it into his own bag. But he didn’t.

Eventually, Sammy’s wails calm down into soft sobs and sniffles, then into silence as he cries himself to sleep. Dean looks over from the table at his brother and sighs. He wonders how many more times he’s going to let his little brother down.

inspired by @godtrials post

[meat-lad]

*shuffles papers* I submit for the consideration of the court: J.D. and Billy are stepbrothers.