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Up against his side is the Boy with the Demon Blood, whose arm is hooked around Dean’s waist in a gesture of subconscious love while his abnormally long legs are interlaced with his brother’s. One of the elder’s hands is across his chest sloppily and almost in mock annoyance at the situation, but his other has nimble fingers threaded in Sam’s hair, whose head is in his lap.

They look as though they’ve danced this dance for a hundred years before, but it’s always the same to them. The best moments can be shared in sleep, after all.