#dead guy robe

[fandom-hoarder]

Dean just looks like a total dad in the kitchen meeting Sully. In his dead guy robe and slippers. "I'm gonna get my gun."

"You, me, library now."

[aborddelimpala]

Dean + dead guy robe

[jensensgotyoudean]

Dean Winchester

15.06 | Golden Time

[jeanne-de-valois]

catch me refusing to draw dean in his costume for two comics in a row

[disxsistuff]

winchester-reload’s suptober challenge, day 26 : walk of shame

[jennsens]

[lavenderleahy]

Dean: little brother, let's not go all geek on this men of letter's stuff

Dean, literally 10 seconds later: *proceeds to swing around an ancient sword in his dead guy robe*

[speckledspout]

Whenever one brother is upset at night, the other brother can sense it and goes into the other's bedroom. While walking to the other's bedroom, they are sometimes naked under a robe they are about to pull off.

so listen up, sam hates the robe, alright? he really does. the fact that some old man wore it decades ago probably naked... it just makes his skin crawl and no matter how many times he washes it, he still can’t get himself to wear one. 

dean, however, he loves them. and he wears them whenever he gets the chance.

sam decided to turn in early for the night. it’s been a long couple of weeks and his body just felt tired and crawling into his bed and sleeping for a little while without the sound of car horns from the interstate that was right outside their window and that rattling air conditioner and the funky smell in the room and... so he turned in early for the night.

dean stayed up a little longer to work on baby. and something that was supposed to be a quick little check up, turned into hours of work. after being on the road for weeks, driving through every small town in america and down every dirt road and well, baby took a beating and dean needed to take care of her.

after he was finished and was covered in dirt and grease, he took a shower to relax his muscles before he went to bed.

he didn’t bother putting any on underneath the road. it was soft and he was tired and honestly, he wasn't like he needed clothes anyway.

to get to his room, he has to pass by sam’s room. the showers were down the hallway, past all the sleeping quarters. he’s quietly humming to himself, some soft rock song that’s for whatever reason is stuck in his head when he passed by sam’s room and there’s something not settling right with him.

it’s not like he heard anything. the bunker is silent other than the constant humming that seemed to be present but there’s something in his gut that tells him that something isn’t right.

he’s knocks once on sam’s door, waits a moment for a reply and he gets none and yet that feeling doesn’t go away. he decides to push the door open and he stops short, standing in the doorway, looking at the form of his brother.

sam’s gripping the bedsheets, brow furrowed, lips downturned in a frown and he’s whimpering. just ever so quiet, not something that you would hear unless you were looking for it. dean’s not sure what sam’s dreaming about but knowing their life and the past couple of weeks in particular, he knows that it’s some nightmare that he’s reliving.

he steps further into the room and closes the door behind him, walking towards sam’s bed and the moment that dean presses his hand to sam’s chest, sam seems to calm. he stays there for a few minutes, waiting for his breath to even out again, for his hands to unclench and when he calms, dean turns to head back to his own room only to have sam close his hand around his wrist.

“stay with me.” sam whispers and when dean turns around, sam is staring up at him, his eyes swollen and red but aware. and dean does. he goes around the bed. before dean gets in bed though, sam sits up a little, brow now furrowed. “i hate that robe.” he muttered.

dean looked down at the robe and then back up at sam ready to protect the robe’s honor or something because it was a really good robe but decides against it. “yeah? what do you want me to do with it?”

“take it off.” sam replied, laying back down, eyes closed.

dean’s heart does this little flutter skip thing. “i’m not wearing anything under it.” dean says and he’s not blushing, alright, he’s not. i mean it’s not like sam hasn’t seen him naked or anything but there’s just... you know what, whatever. he’s not blushing. we’ll leave it at that.

“you think i care. get your ass in bed. i’m tired.” sam said, wiggling deeper into the bed and so dean did.

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