Pic Fic

[kellifer]

For theladyscribe

"You didn't think I was just going to sit on my ass down there did you?"

Sam blinked at the figure of his brother standing in the doorway, covered head to foot in bone ash and with a bow slung across his back. Dean ran a hand over his head, dislodging some of the dust and chuckled at Sam's wide-eyed stare when it strayed to the large black hell-hound at Dean's side.

"This is Sirius," Dean said, passing a hand over the hound's head, who looked up at Dean with a goofy, tongue-lolling expression that would have been more at home on a puppy.

Sam finally broke out of his paralysis long enough to pull himself up from the piles of books and takeout containers he was surrounded by. He wanted to ask how but there was something far more important.

He leaned forward and snagged Dean, reeling him in and holding him tightly. Underneath the smell of smoke and iron was Dean and Sam let his eyes close.