No worries! We really were behind on asks this week, and I lost track of what order they came in at some point! It’s wonderful to get messages and musings about all the stories, so never hesitate!
Well, I mean–
Barely an hour had passed before Sherlock’s mobile rang, making Sherlock freeze in place and John’s head snap up to lock eyes with him. The detective whipped out the phone and checked the caller ID.
“It’s Mycroft,” he confirmed.
John’s brow arched. “That was fast–”
“Dean! ” Sherlock called, cutting off John’s comment as he took long strides toward the kitchen.
Lestrade was more than a little frustrated, having drilled every single guard who’d had shifts since the day before, and all of them swore up and down that nothing had happened. None had let anyone into the crime scene for any reason since last Lestrade had been there. Storming back up the stairs, Lestrade swore that if Sherlock didn’t have a good reason for this…
Well, he didn’t know what he was gonna do, but he was sure it would come to him.
All feelings of exasperation were out the window as soon as Lestrade stormed in to find Sherlock flat on the floor near an air vent in the wall, giving him an almost feral look. He quirked an eyebrow at the detective until his gaze wandered to the small figure in front of him.
The small, shouting figure.
We totally haven’t not written this exact thing out already…
Dean: “Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they’re only dangerous to your wallet.”
September 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped a hand to the table, fingers idly pressing into the nicked wood surface. “I think it’s time to head there and check things out,” he decided.
Sam cast a glance over his shoulder at Jacob as he darted towards the hand Dean had left resting on the table for him. After so long spent with Dean, it was easy to recognize an “all aboard!” gesture. Hitching up his satchel, Sam bounded onto the back of Dean’s hand and began to scale up the muscular arm, taking advantage of handholds in the fabric that neither human could see.
It’ll be impossible to know until we get there! It really depends on what AUs are in the lounge, who’s around at the time, and not even we know until we find out the order the AUs get voted in by everyone!
Poor BDivided Dean is probably going to have a rough time regardless…
Sorry about that! There’s been a lot going on, so asks are getting posted a bit slower than normal. Lots of family drama, deaths, disasters, the one vacation of the summer I get.
We’ll have to see if they forgive him for it!
Sam: “I think I found a lead.”
September 7th excerpt:
The coffee maker went off with a cheery ding that stood out against the somber mood that had fallen over the three at the table. Or, rather, two at the table, and one on it.
Dean didn’t bother getting out of his chair to get the coffee. He merely leaned back, precariously balanced for a few long seconds while he stretched his arm to snag the coffee pot. Sam found himself holding his breath until the chair legs thudded to the ground. He might not get hurt if Dean tumbled over, but it would be like living through an earthquake hit with his older brother as the epicenter.
I don’t remember if I answered this… found it while cleaning up messages, whoops.
The next contest will most likely be held next January, 2018! It’s one of my favorite parts of the new year! ❤
If anyone has any suggestions or ideas for the contest for prizes they’d like to win, send them right in~ I’m always open to suggestions.
Currently, we’ll be sticking to the same schedule as we had for the last story!
Jacob in Wonderland will begin posting on Sunday, September 10th at 9pm est, and afterwards will continue posting every Wednesday and Sunday.
For all future updates on our posting schedule, changes will be announced on the blog and posted in the FAQ (mobile-friendly version).
Brothers Apart 