Oh my XD So many guesses, and all missing the mark.
You’ve all got “At Baker Street” right! Something’s up at Baker Street for all our boys, but what?
Angry Borrowers at Baker Street made me laugh ‘cause it’s so true some days XD Dean gets very, very angry. Tiny ball of rage and sass, especially when he butts heads with Sherlock. Just wait for Dean to realize Sherlock’s a big pushover.
Agent Baker at Baker Street made me smile, but dear Stan comes into the story during the latter half! Not even we knew he’d make such a splash when we were writing this! He’s a sweetheart.
Guesses are no longer accepted for #ws, #don, #auv and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Guesses are no longer accepted for #ws, #don, #auv and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Stan scratched at the back of his neck, a little hesitant. “Actually, sir, I was rather hoping to discuss this with Dean as well–”
“Dean! ” Sherlock called to the seemingly empty room, knowing the smaller man would hear. Then he snatched a chair from the end table against the wall and placed it across from the fireplace, indicating that Stan should sit as he dropped into his own chair. Bemused, Stan did just that, laying his coat over the back of it before taking a seat, folding his hands in his lap while he waited.
Hi! I’d like to introduce myself, I’m @nightmares06, I have a full time job and (1), that’s right, just (1) hour of free time to myself at night to answer the guesses and work on the blog, which I often do instead of playing video games or reading a book, other ways of destressing after a long day of demanding bosses and customers.
So. We will update everything.
It will happen in its own time.
Until then, feel free to search under #guess to see what we’ve had come in so far, pay attention to the #announcement posts, and I have to power my computer down because a thunderstorm arrived halfway through writing this!
@neonthewrite chiming in because this ask made me go “wow” out loud when I saw it.
You really need to update your attitude, anon, because this level of entitlement doesn’t hold well against a blog that is active daily with free content put there for your enjoyment already.
I understand that a text-based system makes it hard to get emphasis across, but honestly, most of us have grown up on the internet and we all know there are nice ways to ask what you just asked. Keep that in mind next time you want to demand that we “scroll around a ton of posts” and put something together for you so you don’t have to.
You two are one letter off from the title, so you win a sneak peek for all! This story is titled Wayward Sons, and sometimes wayward sons have to return home to the family they left behind.
XD This is one of those titles that makes everyone facepalm and go “Of course!” if they’ve watched the show.
“Of course I know where we are!” Dean interrupted. “It hasn’t been that long since we were around…”
Up ahead, what looked like twelve feet away but must only be seven inches, there was an end to the path. Part of the wall shifted, then moved aside under the control of someone inside. A block was substituted for a door.
Dean, who was paying more attention to Sam behind him than the path in front in order to keep bickering, pulled to a halt when he heard someone clear their throat. Sam almost ran right into his brother, caught off guard by the suddenness of the gesture.
Blue eyes like steel stared out at them.
“Boys,” Walt Watch greeted, his arms crossed and his face stern.
While everyone was staring at each other in the shock that came from a long time spent apart, a small ball of energy pushed right past Walt. Mallory, her long blonde hair a mess and bouncing in loose curls behind her back, flew out from the small home. “Dean?! Sam!”
Walt didn’t have a chance to catch her before she barreled right into Dean with a sob, pulling the much taller man into a hug. There was no resisting her, and she did the same with Sam, small tears peeking out the corner of her eyes. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed as she pulled out of Sam’s arms to get a good look at both of them. “We thought you were dead or worse.”
“Never bett–”
Dean’s declaration was cut off with a loud slap that sounded like it could be heard from one end of the motel to the other. Shocked, Dean stumbled back, tenderly holding his cheek.
Mallory’s tears were overflowing. “How could you leave us like that?” she demanded tearfully.
Brothers Apart 