Couldn't think of a better background but I drew this earlier this year.
If you're thinking "I've seen this on a video's thumbnail" yeah, I drew that, but I didn't want that effortful drawing to just be a part of that video so I'm uploading it. Bubble/Air, BMO, Football, Sleepy Sam.
Adventure Time (c) Pendleton Ward
Tiny dean and human sized sam shenanigans? Even when he's big sam's a softie for the tinies
Aww, I do love some tiny Dean! I think today I feel like going back to some good ole cursed Dean shenanigans!
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“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!”
Sam recoiled from the loud and surprisingly piercing voice that cut through the morning fog in his motel room.
Not expecting anyone else to be in the room, he blinked his eyes open blearily in an attempt to focus on his surroundings. The night before, he vaguely remembered hitting the sack around midnight, which was as regular a schedule as it got in the life of a hunter.
There was a small blur in front of his face, and Sam blinked a few times, trying to resolve it. The figure slowly came into focus, and he could see who had disturbed his rest.
“D-Dean? That you?”
The figure put its tiny hands on its hips, and Sam felt something on his nose. He nearly went cross-eyed before he could see that it was Dean’s boot.
“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty! The day’s half gone!”
In the last two days since Sam had discovered his once-thought-dead older brother was alive, just under a witch’s curse that left him under four inches in height, he had seen Dean grow into his regular brash and bold self, more and more confident around his human little brother as he went. It was good, on the one hand, that Dean trusted him enough to come this close, but on the other hand…
Trying to shift backwards, Sam moved his hand to his face and gently pinched two fingers around Dean’s waist to move him away and out of his line of sight to the alarm clock. The red numbers glowed in the darkened room.
“Dean, it’s like, six-thirty. The day’s barely started.”
Dean started to squirm in Sam’s light grasp, prompting him to open his fingers and release the smaller guy. “I’ve been up for hours!”
“Do you even sleep?” Sam rubbed his forehead. It had been years since he’d been able to sling sarcasm back at Dean like this, and as tired as he was, a part of him savored every moment.
“In the afternoon,” Dean said casually. He took a step towards the edge of the bed.
Past where Dean was, Sam could see the tiny metal hook his older brother used to get around anchored to the edge of the nightstand.
So that’s how he got up here. Sam had to stifle a yawn in his shoulder, pushing up so he was leaning on his elbows. “What are you even doing in here?” he asked tiredly.
Dean sent him a smirk. “It’s time for some morning coffee!” he urged.
There it is. Sam had to hide a smirk of his own. “Oh, so you just want to use me for my coffee?” The joke was said teasingly.
Dean flipped his hand at Sam. “Nu-huh! I’m just here to make sure you wake up!”
Sam was finally able to sit all the way up. “Chill, small fry,” he said lightly. “I think I have a bottle cap around here I can use for your portion…” He got up to start the coffee.
Dean brightened up and hopped over to the nightstand to fetch his hook. “Now that’s more like it!” he declared.
