I think in our side-universe bar scene, they ignore the regular rules of if kids are allowed in bars.

Not that Dean’s even letting his teenaged self imbibe.

Kiddo Sam’s only ten, so it won’t be much of a surprise when younger kids appear (Jacob from Brothers Unexpected will only be five at the time he stops in, his other selves will have no evens I’m betting).

The Asunder kids will be full grown when they show up in the lounge, at least the way we’re writing. They all pop in when their story is done posting, leaving Sam and Bowman only slightly on the younger side, not kids.

Bby Jake will want to adopt all the smols.

cefli:

brothersapart:

@cefli

Why do you feel the need to police the lettuce tag.

There is lettuce in the post, there is a tag for lettuce.

Lettuce be.

having somone eating lettuce in your ficlet isnt enough to warrant posting in the lettuce tag imo. like you do you. i cant stop you but just be considerate about cluttering tags is what im saying.

Listen

Tags are for inner organization on a blog and if we choose to organize our blog by tagging what’s in an excerpt… It’s not meant as an affront on the lettuce fandom (???).

Besides. It was one post. The lettuce tag is full of food posts without lettuce in em.

We’re not sinking the titanic here. Lettuce be friends, not enemies. We will keep organizing how we need, but if our posts don’t have lettuce or lettuce discourse, we can surely leaf them out of your tag.

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Seriously though, this was a really sweet message to get. Hugs all around!

When Stan started out, he was never meant to be much of a well-rounded character. But as he and Dean bounced off each other, he just…became. Then later on I added in details for Sherlock to notice from him, and I discovered so much about him. Including the fact that he happened to be engaged to a man, and owned a German Shepherd. Honestly, he wasn’t exactly predetermined to be any kind of role model or example of representation, but I can’t agree more that representation is needed. 

Being gay certainly isn’t the basis of Stan’s character, but it’s not going to be ignored either.

I’m glad anything we do makes anyone feel better about themselves. You go, boo. Hope you enjoy what he have planned for my fiery bean and the Brothers Consulted crew!

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Art by @mogadeer

May 19th excerpt:

A piece of shredded lettuce as long as his arm landed within an inch of Jacob when Dean took a particularly large bite, and Jacob flinched, coming right out of his thoughts. He shot a flat look upwards as an automatic reaction, but quickly returned to focusing on his food. At least nothing had actually landed on him.

When he’d wolfed down a decent portion of the food Dean gave him, Jacob set the remainder aside and picked up the bottle cap again. Giving it one more try, he found that it had settled enough for him to drink it without the carbonation posing a problem.

Bothering Bowman Sneak Peek!

Bowman Leafwing would scoff at the idea of ‘giants’ out there in the forest, but after a run-in with Sam Winchester and his larger hunting buddies, he’ll have a hard time denying their existence.


To a sprite, ‘bigger’ usually meant ‘predator.’ Bowman, as low as he was on the food chain, wanted to be anywhere but caught in the watchful gaze of two giants.

He frowned and tried to wrench his arm free, but wasn’t nearly strong enough. He should have known better than to reveal himself. The stranger latched onto his arm may be sprite-sized, but he must be some kind of whatever the giants were.

Maybe he was just one of their young.

Bowman desperately spread his wings and fluttered them loudly, buffeting his current captor with the leafy appendages.

“Hey, wait!” Sam tried to yell as he almost got knocked down from the wind currents. “I just wanna know what you are!”

That was all either of them had time for. Dean’s hand dropped from the sky, closing around them both in an attempt to save Sam from his attacker. Sam found himself in a fleshy enclosure, rising through the air next to the struggling winged man as Dean stood to look at what he’d caught. “This is all your fault,” Sam griped at the winged man, trying to get himself unsquished. Dean’s ring was digging into his side.

Bowman heard nothing through the white noise of his terror. He was caught by a giant of all things, his wings squashed awkwardly in the biggest fist he’d ever seen. It shouldn’t be possible to be so large.

Jacob leaned in closer too, to get a better look at whatever Dean had in his hand with Sam. It was struggling as much as it could, those bright little eyes ablaze with panic. “Dude,” he whispered, noticing the wings as they twitched desperately.

“Ah, look out!” Jacob warned, but he was too late. The new creature leaned forward and bit Dean’s hand.

“Ow!” Dean said, cursing angrily. His fist sprang open reflexively from the bite, releasing the strange winged creature and Sam.

Sam.

Who plummeted.


A bit of backstory for Brothers Found: This is actually the first AU we ever worked on, after A Lich of Sense was completed! Initially, it was all done by skype RP. The first and second stories started out that way, then for the horror story we switched to a better RP system so we didn’t lose any details. 

The first story was then rewritten the same way, but the second– Bothering Bowman– remained in its skype RP form. Forgive any formatting errors that might have snuck past us, this is the one and only story we’ll post that was done in skype. It was too much of a hassle in the end.

Bowman Lost Excerpt

neonthewrite:

Bowman let out a cough when the thumb tightened against him and then shoved him upwards along the palm without any warning, and then the fist closed around his body from the waist down. No matter how much he kicked his legs and pushed against the index finger curled in front of him, he couldn’t escape. That pulse surrounded him and the heat from the giant’s skin encased his lower half.

The giant snagged one of Bowman’s frantic wings in a pinch grip to hold it still. It twitched and Bowman tried to pull it free, but he might as well be trying to push a tree over. The giant was too strong and Bowman’s heart pounded with the worry that it would only take one little tug for the giant to lame him for life. “You’re okay, little guy. I’m not gonna hurtcha.” The giant’s dismissive reassurance rumbled around him.

“Just imagine my great relief,” Bowman shot back despite his fear. “Let go of my wing and let go of me! How many times to I have to say it?”

@borrowedtimeandspace – I never mind questions about my OCs! Feel free to ask about my brand new boy. Just don’t expect any spoilers!

Stan is in fact gay, and happily engaged to his bisexual fiancee Nathan.

Which is lucky for Dean, because if they were the same size and Stan was single, the elder Winchester might have an energetic redhead crushing on him x3

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I mean

Lookit that charm


“Somethin’ on my face?” Dean asked Stan. He briefly reached up to brush at his hair and make sure it was properly spiked.

Sherlock turned his head toward Dean at the question before he realized it wasn’t for him. Side-eyeing Stan, Sherlock went back to staring out the window and waiting out the ride.

For his part, Stan had absolutely no clue how to react to the small man’s witticism. He was choking on a chuckle, uncertain if that would be out of line or offensive. But there was something about Dean’s attitude that Agent Baker took a liking to.

“Would I know if there was?” he replied amiably with a faint smirk. A hint of an Irish accent poked through his words, confirming Sherlock’s silent observation. Second generation, from the sound of it.