May 18th excerpt:
He couldn’t help but notice he’d have to walk closer to Dean to get to that food. Jacob inched forward, watching his footing on the denim and trying not to think about it. It shouldn’t matter; he was clearly already in reach, standing on the man’s leg. It just made that broad chest rise steeper in front of him, and it put him below Dean’s arm as he worked on his own lunch.
One hint: It’s not Jacob.
And one reminder for anyone who missed the original preview: Bowman Lost is meant to be a “Meanwhile” sort of story to go along with the AU I co-write with @nightmares06, Brothers Lost. Once I finish the story and get it edited enough, I’ll post it on my DeviantArt page.
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Agent Stan Baker is a character that will be introduced in the second official story of Brothers Consulted, and he’s taken off on us!
You can find out a bit more about him here, and he appears in the excerpts here, here and here. Keep an eye out for him in future snippets and stories! Stan is here to stay!
Art by @ghostquack
And his other commission, for those who want to see Dean with his Stan.
The time has come again– from 8pm May 26th to midnight May 28th, ask the authors weekend will happen!
This time, along with asking us any question (within reason) you can think of, there will be a discord chatroom open for all to join!
You can chat, discuss the stories with all the writers, ask us whatever you come up with, and there might always be a few people interested in rp’ing, so feel free to drop in and have some fun!
Everything in the chatroom will be public, and may be shared on the BA tumblr at any time, and depending on how the weekend goes, we may leave the chatroom open after the weekend concludes! Let us know what you think of the time/place, and if you have any questions or concerns, drop us a line.
After all, the AU lounge wouldn’t exist without you!
artwork by @lamthetwickster
May 17th excerpt:
Jacob swayed in time with the car’s turn, gripping the pocket with white knuckled hands. He pursed his lips, doing his best to keep his mind off the huge stomach so nearby that occasionally voiced its hunger. He knew logically that he wasn’t in much danger from that, at least, but all the same it was unnerving to be so close to the sound when he knew he’d fit in Dean’s mouth. As the rumbling car pulled around the corner, Jacob took a slow breath.
Aa, thank you so much! This message cheered me right up after a long day. It means so much to all three of us to know that our stories are loved (boy do I wish Supernatural would do something like this). So long as we’ve got readers like you we don’t need to be famous! We’ve got our smol family here for support.
We’ve got Bothering Bowman posting next (starting Sunday May 21st), the second story in Brothers Found (and the prequel to the horror story), and after that Brothers Together will continue!
Once those two are all finished, we’ll be putting up a vote to see what story people want next, and the choices will include (at the minimum) the next Brothers Apart, the horror story, and the next Brothers Lost!
Artwork by @mogadeer!
Bowman, of course, would start by griping about something – that’s practically his job. Then, though, he wouldn’t really be able to help prowling around the plate for a good place to sit down and catch some rays. He’d be in a suntrance in no time. Everyone who didn’t already know he’s part plant would be ??? and everyone who did would have to remind everyone else that they don’t need to water him too.
Put away the squirtbottle, Dean.
May 16th excerpt:
The humming, and eventually, the singing along, seemed so strange to Jacob. It was a casual reminder that for Dean, driving around like this was no huge deal at all. He could pick up and leave to wherever he wanted at any time. Jacob remembered enjoying road trips. In fact, he’d been on one when he was cursed by that witch and condemned to live at the size of a finger.
Jacob frowned as the sound of Dean’s singing along rumbled out of the chest he sat next to. It practically drowned out the sound of the radio, despite being somewhat quiet by Dean’s standards. Without even thinking about it, Jacob jabbed an elbow into Dean’s chest in disapproval of his rendition.
He immediately regretted it. Jacob had seen Dean smirk at him being defiant before, when the human found him punching the vase to be very entertaining. But he’d also had the vase slammed back down around him when he tried to escape, nearly taking his hands off in the process. There was no way to know how Dean would react.
Jacob will once again be trying to stay on the other side of the bar from the kiddos if they get this idea in mind. They’re so teeny.
It’s a good thing Gabe set down rules to keep anyone from being harmed in the Lounge, he’ll make sure everyone’s safe.
If they do set up a screen for giant Jacob to see the little guys’ faces, he will have such a hard time telling them no. But he knows he’s not safe, so they’d probably all end up with a giant doing his best to avoid teeny kiddos smaller than grains of rice compared to him. There’s no escaping.
He needs a Dean to help him keep them out of trouble on him, assuming said Dean isn’t also in on the shenanigans.
May 15th excerpt:
A Horse With No Name came on the radio and Dean found himself humming along to it, satisfied with the end of the case.
“The heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full of sound,” Dean let out as he saw a sign pass by on the road, pointing towards a Taco Bell in the next town. Tacos for lunch sounded like a plan to him.
Brothers Apart 