January 14th excerpt:
“Baker,” Stan replied suddenly, looking up at Sam with glistening green eyes. Something deep in the pit of his chest felt warmer with this new knowledge, like a part of him that was lost was finding its way back. “My last name is Baker.”
Sam had a slowly growing smile on his face at Stan’s triumph. “Good to meet you officially, Stan Baker,” he said. “I’m Sam Winchester and that’s Dean Winchester.”
January 13th excerpt:
“I understand, Sam,” Stan insisted as he automatically hopped onto the offered hand. He had no desire to get grabbed by anyone else and end up starting this whole process over with someone completely new. Someone who might not be as considerate as Sam and Dean had been.
As he climbed up to Sam’s palm, Stan let one of his hands brush past the pad of the thumb as he passed it by. The insanity of the situation hit Stan all at once, him reassuring the giant as he was about to be pocketed by said giant. He shook his head, pondering this strange existence he led now.
Stan might jump a mile if Dean does that, but he won’t have to worry about scolding Dean. Sam has him covered, with scolds that will blister Dean’s ears for making their smol Stan nervous.
Dean is so amused by them when they climb up him, and he can’t miss out on a chance to tease Sam…
Sam might figure it out since Jacob has never been so oddly fast, sucks at lying, and Dean looks smug…
Well, I mean it’s not like we’ve never talked about scenarios like this…
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The world can never have too much Supernatural, g/t, or anything involving smols, tols or sizeshifters. Can’t wait to see it!
I currently can’t talk… like, at all, it hurts too much, and I’m at home after going to get my throat xrayed. If anyone has headcannons for any of the AUs, send them in! I could use something cute to focus on (please let this tea help the pain since I’m stuck playing the waiting game to know my results).
I’m gonna go through the last few headcanon asks we got in, and probably hit up the Nyquil, so the blog will likely go silent very soon (all tonight’s asks were done by @nightmares06 in her gloom).
Feel free to keep sending them in and I’ll peek in the morning!
Sulk, call names, gripe, you name it. It doesn’t help that Rischa looks exactly like a fairy from a fairy tale. Bowman is a dainty flowerkin and he can’t escape it.
The day would be full of oddly loaded glares sent across the table while both nurse some tea that’s full of honey to soothe their throats (I’m living on this right now).
Mrs. Hudson comes down one day with some groceries for the Baker boys and wonders why in the world did the flat burn down.
Dean you are messing with forces you don’t understand…
Brothers Apart 