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Espionage and Blackmail

It was desperately hard for Dean to keep still in the early-morning predawn. He was a man of action, of movement, not built for patience and espionage. Still, his invisibility was crucial, and the information at stake might be useful for years to come.

He huddled back further into the dark bathroom, until he could just barely see Sam in the bed through the crack in the door. His brother had slept soundly the night before, and hadn’t stirred when Dean had come back from his prowl. Sam had no idea Dean was in the room.

Dean didn’t have long to wait. Sam stirred and sat up, looking around the room cagily and listening intently. Dean stifled his breath until it was uncomfortable, and was richly rewarded.

Reaching down into his duffel, Sam drew out a wooden ruler. He lay back and reached for the elastic of his boxers.

“I KNEW IT!” Dean howled as he leaped out of the bathroom, and Sam’s scream of shock and outrage hit a crystal-shattering pitch.

Dominoes

Click, click. Sam laid his last domino in place, and slowly leaned back in satisfaction.  Dean reached a withered, age-spotted hand forward and scattered the tiles.  Sam smiled broadly and said, “You’re such a child sometimes.”

Dean scowled. “You’re such an old man. I mean, dominoes? Who actually enjoys this kind of shit?”  Sam shrugs, unperturbed.

“It’s something we never got to do.” At Dean’s raised eyebrows, Sam clarified: “Grow old together. Anyway, it’s your turn.”

“Yeah, good thing. If we stick around your Heaven much longer, I might actually die.  Again.  Come on, let’s go hunt something.”

Sam huffed a laugh and followed Dean into the bright sunshine of his part of their Heaven, years melting away from them as they crossed the threshold.

Usages of the word “starfish”

“Wow,” said Dean, his voice full of quiet, unexpected wonder.  with all of Dean’s travels and experiences, Castiel had not thought that Dean could still be made to sound that way.  It made something in Cas warm.

Dean gently ran his forefinger down and across Cas’ crinkled pink starfish, first looking to him for permission.  It glistened wetly and twitched at the gentle touch.  Cas squirmed at the sensation, and Dean grinned widely.

Sam splashed up to them, waves sloshing around his knees.

“Hey, what are you guys looking at?  Oh, cool, a starfish!”