vibrating of your phone on the bedside table pulled you from a deep sleep and
you gently detangled Dean’s limbs from around you to reach it. Squinting
against the light from the screen, you saw it was Sam and slipped out of bed,
going outside to answer. “Sam? It’s late, are you ok?”
yeah. I’m sorry. You were asleep.” Sam chuckled. “I forgot we might not be in
the same time zone.”
was awake, Sam. It’s fine.”
weren’t. I can tell. You got that…sleep voice of yours going on.”
voice?” You giggled. “What does that even mean, Samuel?”
kinda gravely, like you’ve been chain smoking for about 60 years.” He joked.
up.” You snapped. “Yes. I was asleep, alright? We’re hunting vamps. And I’ve
been having lots and lots of sex with your brother so I’m exhausted. What’s up?
Why are you calling so late?”
Y/N/N. Way TMI.” Sam groaned. “Anyway, I called because…have you…are you having
weird dreams again?”
oh boy, PART 1 of the followup to last week’s hat angst comic(see..he’s wearin….The Hat). tbh this exists because I’m a massive baby who can’t draw angst without immediately being like How Can I Fix This
had to chop this thing into two parts bc it was getting way too long, which unfortunately kinda shoves all the parts I actually like into the next bit (I’ll post that later in the week) but hey we got Sad Dads in the same room, that’s..a start??
(originally the first three panels were supposed to have Jack’s internal monologue, which revealed that McCree told him he’d seen Reyes in Dorado. McCree likes to fuck with Jack by being like ‘HEY GRAMPS I JUST SEEN THE REAPER DOWN AT JAMBA JUICE,’ but this time Jack realized McCree was being serious when he said ‘I ain’t doin’ this for you, Morrison’)