pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Brady
summary: (Stanford era) Things that Sam's already received from his brother include: a flyer from a strip club, a temporary tattoo of a bulldog, and a mysterious yet clean sock. He imagines Dean shoving things into an empty cereal box from the back seat of the car, slapping on a few stamps, and sending it off on a post-hunt high, thinking, I'm alive, I should probably let Sam know.
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This epically late minibang is dedicated to my buddy shinyslasher, who was kind enough to donate to a charity auction and asked for a Stanford era fic including Brady. I've sat on it for some time, and finally decided I'd write it as my minibang to force myself to stop happily daydreaming about it and instead actually write it.
Thank you so much to the lovely pennydrdful, who arted this fic. She was super patient with me and did really great line art, and also gave me great story encouragement. Go shower her with some love! Much gratitude also goes to oddishly for being my cheerleader and last-minute beta, as well as huge thanks to the mods of samdean_otp for another excellent round. You're the best!
Just a note: Sam's friend from the Pilot is Luis apparently!