No home for these boys, at least not in this story…
No Bowman either! If we put him in this he’d scold us to the ends of the earth for how DARE we involve him in these shenanigans!
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Month: July 2017
Always more Sherlock!
This just makes me thing of Bobby… in Attack on Titan. For some reason.
Good try, but not quite!
July 8th excerpt:
“At least do me the courtesy of letting me tie my damn shoe first,” Stan quipped. With a roll of his eyes, he dropped to a knee and lifted a hand to his shoulder. This was a last second decision, mostly because he didn’t quite trust Dean to not run off on him before he was finished.
Dean was nearly bouncing on his heels while he waited on Stan’s shoulder, leaning against his neck for balance against the occasional tremor echoing up the lean arms while Stan readied himself.
“Maybe next time you’ll catch me before I get my hands on your shoelace,” Dean called challengingly. “I might just keep one as a souvenir, and you’ll never see those laces again.”
Absolutely beware the angry bird. They will fuck you up if you mess with their nestling Sammers.
Sammers doesn’t grow like a regular nestling, but they love him anyway. He will just have to accept some rides from the sister hen when they want him to keep up with them and Dean.
Sam’s fine with animals. He adores mice and puppies, is properly wary of any snakes, spiders and rats, and would probably bug Dean to go see all the puppies while they’re there. Kids are a whole different story because of the trauma he went through in BA as a kid, so he’ll stick close to Dean anytime kids are around.
XD He wouldn’t be the biggest fan of hamster balls, but the tunnels that connect all their cages would be fun to explore.
Sam totally flopping with all the mice tho.
July 7th excerpt:
A smirk tugged at the corner of Stan’s mouth as Dean once again exuded that cocky air he’d gotten to know. Before he could even give it a second thought, the hand Dean had been poking swept out, catching those little bowlegs behind the knees and curling his fingers into a low awning over Dean’s head as he fell into Stan’s grasp.
“Oh, my! What have we here?” exclaimed Stan in mock surprise as he lifted his hand to his eyes to peer in at Dean. Behind his smug grin, a warm bubble of pride rose in his chest, glad to be able to do that with none of the apprehension he had before. Even if it was just to rise to Dean’s bait and tease him a bit. “You lost, mousie?”
Updated the Sneak Peeks and the FAQ (mobile-friendly version)!
I know there’s a few other broken links on the page that I’ll be fixing this weekend, for now it’s time to collapse in bed. One more day of work left.
You are a guessing expert! Four titles correctly sussed out, bringing everyone a sneak peek of a very carefully-concealed secret from A Time to Heal!
Before he even made it up the steps, the door was opened by Mrs. Andris (she’d married and was technically Mrs. Ellison now, but had been Andris for so long that Chase hadn’t yet gotten used to the change; she didn’t mind).
“Chase! So glad to see you. Jacob just got back a little bit ago, he headed up to his room,” she said, drawing him into a hug as he walked in.
“Really? I didn’t see his car, I figured I might have to wait…” Chase replied, glancing out to the street again.
“Oh, he’s driving that big black car now,” Mariana said, her eyebrows shooting up conspiratorially.
Chase’s followed suit when he spotted the shining black car, a metal behemoth with a classic shape and what looked like a lot of power in it. It certainly suited Jacob well enough, but Chase had to wonder. Jacob wasn’t rolling in money; it wasn’t in his nature. “Where did he get that?! ”
Mariana rolled her eyes. “Oh, he got work restoring cars last month. I even called the guy to confirm, he’s letting him drive it around. Didn’t want it to just sit, I guess.”
“Holy shi– crap. Holy crap,” Chase said, a sheepish look coming onto his face while Mariana raised an eyebrow pointedly at him. “Well, I guess I better go give him a hard time about that,” he said, nodding towards the stairs.
She forgave his near-slip and nodded. “I bet he’ll be glad to see you,” she told him with a smile before softly padding back into the front living room where she’d been at work at a desk in the corner.
Chase had his hand on the banister and one foot on the bottom step when he happened to glance at the archway leading into the kitchen. Nothing seemed out of place, so the barest movement caught his eye, so slight he almost thought he imagined it. Chase’s eyes zeroed in on the appliances all the same, or rather, what he thought he saw moving behind them.
Was that … a leather jacket?
Brothers Apart 