Since some people have been asking for all of the guesses for AOL, and I already had a list started, I’ve updated my list of all the ‘A’ words guessed on both tumblr and discord. The words are listed in alphabetical order from top to bottom, left to right. Hope this helps
Oscar, in most of his AUs, is both curious and nervous to try ice cream. He’s no stranger to cold food, and he knows it melts in the hot weather and that humans really like it, but beyond that it’s a little bit of a mystery to him. He wouldn’t like the thought of making a mess with it and giving away his secret, but a food that popular must be so yummy, right?
@borrowedtimeandspace – It will definitely be a surprise all around when the Chosen crew and Consulted crew meet face to face. The two Stans of those AUs are indeed different, and it’ll break Consulted Stan’s heart to see what became of his little counterpart. And I’m sure Chosen Sam and Dean will be enlightened to see how the real Stan (as in, a Stan that hasn’t been broken down the way Chosen Stan was) acts.
@nightmares06 – Sam and Dean are trying so hard in the Chosen verse to get Stan back on his feet. They’re just not quite sure what to do with this lost little borrower who needs friends and support. They’ll certainly be very curious to get to know a full-sized Stan who seems to be perfectly confident in the way his life’s gone.
Well, at the very least, Jacob did not come out of those adventures unscathed. In the story itself, we saw how many physical injuries he tallied up by the end, all from the simple fact of being too small for the world (and the occasional nudge from our favorite trickster).
For now, everything looking back to normal has a warped perspective for Jacob. He spent enough time with everything so big that now it all looks weird and small to him. Once that shock wears off, he could very well show signs of agoraphobia. He’ll be checking the corners a lot more diligently after this.
As Sam was finishing with his hair, Dean packed the last of their supplies. He replaced the lid of the ceramic pot he’d found behind a dresser a few months back, covering up the dry food supplies they’d gathered to keep it fresh, and keep any bugs away from it. They would return here again, and if the food was still good, they would use it for meals. If not, they’d take it and dispose of it. It was best to avoid wasting what they took from the human side of the household.
With their place packed up and cleaned, they left it behind once more.
Results of yesterdays stream! ^^ Drawn for 1234567810 on FA (upper left) , giothesheep on FA (lower left), @oathborngt (upper right), @vore-scientist(middle), and @nightmares06 (lower right).
That thought swirled on repeat in Stan Baker’s head as he returned to his flat, a place small enough for the 21 year old to afford on his own humble salary. He leaned against the door after it shut, stunned.
“Rough day?”
Deep green eyes widened and darted to the side. Sitting idly on the hooks on the wall meant to hold keys or coats, hooks Stan rarely used for such things, was a tiny woman no taller than a finger.
After a moment of staring, Stan let out a huff of a sigh that ruffled the woman’s short hair. He recognized her. Hard not to,she hadn’t changed a bit since the last time he saw her.
“Don’t people normally outgrow their imaginary friends?” he asked dryly.
She shrugged. “Suppose so. I always did think we had a special something, though.”
He shot her a flat look. “Well, thanks for dropping by, Tinkerbell, but I’ve grown up.”
“Zepheera,” she corrected, pushing herself up to stand balanced on the metal hook, hands on her hops. “Bit childish to resort to name-calling, don’t ya think?”
Again Stan huffed. “I don’t need to listen to this. You’re not even real.”
A moment passed between them.
“Well?” Zepheera prodded.“You’ve got long legs. Go ahead and leave if you don’t want me around.”
Stan’s brow furrowed, but he couldn’t look Zepheera in the eye. When he still didn’t make a move to leave, he sighed.
“Not a rough day,” he admitted, answering her initial question. “Just…kind of a weird one.”
At last he met her much smaller gaze, tiny pinpricks of violet that once had Stan convinced she was a faerie of some kind. With those eyes as kind as ever, Zepheera offered a small smile. “I’m up for tea if you wanna chat about it.”
Stan couldn’t refuse.
As always, Zepheera was a good listener. She sipped her tea evenly (from a cup Stan could swear she materialized out of thin air, unless she simply carried it around all the time in her tiny rucksack) and waited patiently for the end of Stan’s story.
“Sounds like you’ve got a new job lined up,” she commented.
“I haven’t accepted the offer yet,” Stan reminded her.
“And why not?”
Stan ran a hand through his hair.“Because… It’s a big decision. Punching out the occasional creep on the street is one thing, but this… If I make good here, I’ll be dealing with serious criminals. Terrorists, too. I could die.”
The words hung heavy in the air for a few breaths, a solemn silence broken after Zepheera finished off the last dregs of her tea and got to her feet.
“Well,” she sighed, making her way slowly closer to Stan as she stowed her cup away, “the Stan Baker I know never could sit back while bullies were running rampant.”
Stan chuckled and found his chin lowering onto his folded arms the closer Zepheera came.
With a smile, she gave a small shrug.“And, not saying you will, but if things do get hairy out there, at least you’ll die doing what you love. Walking into danger.”
Stan blinked at Zepheera’s phrasing, feeling hope creep up on him. Then he heaved a world-weary breath, slumping his shoulders and burying his face in his arms.
A feather-light touch patted against one of his knuckles, and from that same direction Zepheera said, “See ya ‘round, Baker. Do what you think is right.”
The next time Stan looked up, Zepheera had vanished. Just like she always did.
It’s not that Bobby is necessarily the worst option out there. He has a very bad track record with little guys so far in every story I’ve written him in (beginning with his original canon appearance in Bowman of Wellwood). The guy thinks that being bigger = being in charge. Combine that with seeing his normally 6′5″ friend at such a small size, and there would be a lot of teasing. He’d most likely be a bit too harsh for such a little guy before he stopped to listen.
Sam, being the independent and confident little guy that he is, would probably annoy Bobby a bit (Why isn’t he acting at least a little intimidated???). They’d need Jacob there to keep him focused.
Brothers Apart 