@nightmares06 tagged me forever and ever ago, and I ought to be putting content on this here blog of mine ^^; So here we go!
Rules: Post these rules. Post 8 facts about your character. Tag 8 other characters. Post their names along with their creators’ avatars.
1. Stan (full name: Stanley Aaron Baker) is a pseudo-freelance agent who works alongside John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, and Sam and Dean Winchester in Brothers Consulted, my collab with nightmares06.
2. His character took us both by surprise. He was initially just going to be some suit to get the boys from A to B, but his personality shone out of nowhere and now he’s here to stay!
3. He is 27 years old and 6′ even, the closest in age to Dean out of the Baker Street crew.
4. Against the odds, he and Dean Winchester hit it off when they first meet, immediately developing an easygoing yet playful rapport that puts them both at ease when interacting with someone so different in size.
5. Stan is Irish by descent, but he was born and raised in London. He and his family in Ireland are close, so occasionally a bit of the accent will slip into his speech when he’s not thinking about it.
6. Much of Stan’s family served in the military. He grew up formally and informally training in combat with his elders, even his older brothers, but never served himself. Even so, he is a natural born leader and he carries a militaristic air when he’s on a job that requires those skills.
7. Though he keeps it a secret from the more conservative members of his family, Stan is engaged to his long-term partner. His fiancee’s name is Nathan Sullivan, and though he is a civilian, Stan keeps him up to speed on the less confidential aspects of his work. He knows Nathan would never betray him.
8. Stan and Nathan own a German shepherd. Her name is Juno and she sheds a lot and they love her.
Sam rolled his eyes, nudging Jacob good-naturedly with an elbow. “I could give Bowman a piggyback if I tried,” he snarked back gamely, knowing his own strength. “So unless you’ve been putting on some weight that you’ve been hiding, I’ll be fine.”
With a quick grab, Sam nabbed the back of Jacob’s hoodie. It took one smooth motion to pull him out, dangling him like a kitten held by the back of its neck. Jacob’s feet were only over open air for a few seconds before he was lowered to the tabletop next to his aluminum foil cup, hitting the ground with a light thump that was inaudible to Dean.
Dean arched an eyebrow at Jacob. “You must really like french fries,” he drawled lazily, smirking at the sight of the bedraggled hunter standing down there.
Clash of the Hunters was originally named for Clash of the Titans. Compared to Sam and the sprites, any fight between the hunters Dean and Logan is an epic tale along the proportions of the Titans. Good thing one of the hunters is on their side this time!
You know, I went to look for a gif for “there’s no place like home” and all that came up was Supernatural gifs, nothing from Wizard of Oz… hmm… we’ve taken over.
I’ve placed the list of story tags in the FAQ, and will add names to it as they’re guessed so everyone can see how many unnamed stories are waiting to be guessed!
Here’s the second part of my entry for @brothersapart‘s contest! You can read the first part here, if you haven’t already. Also, I’ll probably be posting this to my AO3 account soon, so just letting you know. Enjoy!
“It’s just a checkup
we’re doing. Making sure everything is running smoothly,” Dean told the chief
police officer. He had on his FBI get up, Sam and Jacob safely tucked away in
an inside pocket. He watched the chief as she finished up what he assumed was
paper work. She paused and looked at him.
“Everything’s great.
Well, other than the theft and break-ins here and there, but nothing we can’t
handle ourselves.” She had a southern accent, but it seemed faded from years of
living in the north. Dean nodded and stood. He reached in one of his suit
pockets, the one below his brothers and felt around for his small business
card.
Jacob and Sam felt
the jacket move as Dean reached a hand in under them. Every movement Dean made
was noticeable in his pocket. Even more so in the inside jacket pocket. The two
sent each other a look, but remained silent.
Dean laughed at his attempt. “I don’t know, half-pint. You might have some hidden strength in there that you’re saving for a special occasion. Meanwhile…” Dean folded all of his fingers but one into a fist, holding out his index finger to Jacob in a gesture that was far more considerate of his size. The end of the fingertip hovered about an inch away from the minuscule hunter. “Maybe you’ll have a better shot at the top like this.”
“That’s more like it,” Jacob quipped. This time he didn’t hesitate to walk closer to Dean’s hand. The fact that it was as huge as it was still caused a lingering nervousness in the back of his mind.
He held out his hand for the comparison offered, staring now at the fingertip in front of him. From the tip to the first knuckle was almost Jacob’s body length. Jacob thought he might as well be looking through a microscope. He could see Dean’s fingerprints in stark detail. In fact, Jacob’s own fingers would probably fit between them.
Sam held up a hand next to Jacob, marveling at the size of his own fingers compared to the other hunter. “I guess so,” he said in agreement. “Guess this means I’ll be safe hanging out on the alarm clocks in the room.” Curious, he held his hand close to Jacob, wanting to see the difference in scale between their hands.
Dean came back over with a plate stacked with a burger, french fries, apple sticks and the salad, watching with fascination as Sam held out his hand. Considering that Sam’s hand would barely cover the tip of Dean’s own fingertip– and that was only if he stretched his fingers out as far as they’d go– it was nothing short of amazing to see it eclipse someone else’s hand, a hand that was so small Dean couldn’t make out the fingers from where he was standing.
Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”
Jacob snickered at that, but almost immediately after came a loud, incessant BEEP from the microwave across the room. He couldn’t help a minor flinch from the noise and his free hand almost instinctively went to cover his ear. Everything seemed so loud at this size. Even the simple rustling of fabric as Dean shifted was sharply noticeable.
Dean stood to go get the food just as a second BEEP went off behind him. “Y’know,” he jabbed back, “being tall never went to my head in the first place, small fry.” He left them for a moment to grab his food.
Brothers Apart 