#salmondean

ID: 1a. Full body of Sam sitting on a leather couch in his purple dog shirt, legs crossed as he reads a spellbook propped up in his lap. Dean walks across the frame behind him in his hot dog pajama pants, looking barely awake, and lets out a loud "Blaaah" sound. Without looking up from his book, Sam casually responds, "Bleee." 1b. Small reaction shot of Cas sitting at a table, uncomprehending as Sam and Dean continue to make call and response noises from out of frame. "Myurgh" Waah".

2a. Full body of a 10 year old Sam and 14 year old Dean marked 1993. Dean, all his clothes a little too big, is leaning backward onto pre-growth-spurt Sam with a big grin, hands pressed to his chest dramatically as he says "Oh no, Sammy! Gravity...it's...increasing on me..." Sam, all his clothes a little too small, braces against Dean's weight, legs shaking as they threaten to buckle. He shouts back angrily, "No, it's not! Get off!" 2b. Forward to modern day. Chest up of Sam with Dean a few steps behind him. Sam perks up suddenly and says "Oh, no..." Dean pulls up his gun with an urgent expression and replies, "What's wrong, Sam?" 2c. Zoom out to full body as Sam mutters "Gravity...it's increasing," closes his eyes, and falls straight backwards towards Dean, eclipsing him with his massive shadow. Text nearby points to him and reads "Complete trust fall like a felled oak". Dean braces himself with wide eyes, yelling, "Wha- Sam, no! Sam, I'm holding a gun!!"