#deer!sam

deer!sam shedding his antlers and it being uncomfortable for him, and so you give him a soothing scalp massage and help him wash his hair when the little nubs get too tender

Sam, sat opposite in a diner- Sam, one bed over on his laptop- is now the moment, Dean’ll think, is now when he’ll drop everything, turn tail and run?

Is he waiting for Dean to let down his guard?

He’s jumpy, twitchy- if Sam stands, he stands. Dean’s ready if Sam tries, purgatory trained him well to pounce like a tiger. Hunt like an animal.

It gets to the point where he can’t think straight- so fixated on the thought- will he try today? Is this the second before he drops the act and scrambles away from him like a deer at a gunshot?

So he ties Sam up.

Wrists knotted behind his back with thick rope, biceps looped into a handlebar. Shins strapped to the backs of his thighs so he can only really rock face down in dusty motel sheets. He looks up at Dean with wide eyes- scared and shaking but still attempting to appease, to soothe- he thinks Dean’s lost his mind, that it’s PTSD.

But Dean knows it’s not that- he’s an animal.

also when deer!sam sits in a chair she sits up like a dog and when she sleeps she curls up like deer do

he'd be a late bloomer, of course

so he'd still have his spots until at least ninth grade, and he'd have little nubby antlers covered in velvet that Dean teases him about constantly

and he'd try and hide his tail but it'd always pop back out over the edge of his pants and it'd twitch when he got excited or when he was nervous