October 19th excerpt:

When he turned to ask Dean what it was, he stiffened again. It took Stan a few blinks for it to sink in that Dean had fallen asleep.

A sense of uncertainty washed over Stan at this realization. Not only was he now unsupervised, but he was in a completely unknown place where anything could happen to him while Dean was sleeping.

October 18th excerpt:

Tucking his arms close, Dean let himself relax against the trunk of the tree. Now that he was away from the bustle of the small town they were staying in, too far off to hear the cars thunder down the street or any other sounds of humanity, all the exhaustion he’d staved off from the completion of their hunt the night before came rushing back, falling over Dean like a heavy blanket. His eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open to watch Stan in the forest, then closing again with some finality.

Avenues of life?

And, after a long time full of guesses and fun, we have a winner!

In Avenue of Life, Stan Baker has to decide what to do with his life, now that it’s been given back to him. After being enslaved by a witch, the future is completely open, and that’s a terrifying notion for someone new to freedom.

How many roads must a man walk down?

–The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Time for a sneak peek!


“Well,” Sam started, having difficulty beginning, “you see…”

“We’re not going to make your decisions for you,” Dean interrupted, taking over for Sam. He folded his arms on the table. “As far as we’re concerned, your life is your own.” That statement was near and dear to his heart. After seeing the borrower’s mistreatment at the hands of the witch, Dean wasn’t about to be a party to anything like that.

“So if you want, we can keep you with us and find your old home,” Sam offered, listing out the choices the brothers had come up with during the long ride, “or we can find you somewhere else to live, somewhere away from humans.”

Dean shrugged, hampered slightly by the way his arms were crossed. “Or you can skip out on us now. We’re not keeping you a prisoner just because we’re bigger.”

Stan blinked, a confused frown pinching his brow as his attention switched from brother to brother as they spoke. The notion of being allowed a choice for his life was a foreign concept that didn’t process fully in his mind. To him, it made no sense. Sam and Dean were bigger, much stronger, therefore they held Stan’s more insignificant life in their hands. That made him theirs.

Didn’t it?

“I-I,” he stammered when he realized they were waiting for a response from him. He really didn’t know how to answer.

His only other experience with humans was Nicholas, and the witch would occasionally ask him questions that sounded like the answer would be an opinion or a choice, but there was only one true answer that would make him happy. What the brothers were offering didn’t sound so dissimilar to those, and even if they were otherwise different from Nicholas in almost every way, he didn’t want to make them unhappy.

October 17th excerpt:

“It is nice to breathe air that isn’t recycled,” said Stan genuinely. With another long inhale, he carefully maneuvered himself a little closer to the front of Dean’s shoulder, setting himself down between the collar and his neck and curiously peeking out in the direction Dean was heading. Once he even dared to glance down the sheer cliff Dean’s torso made, see those massive legs swing out to carry his unfathomable weight forward another step.

For the one brief second Stan got to see that, it was both fascinating and terrifying.

October 16th excerpt:

The outside world was bright, a thin cover of clouds blocking out the sun. Dean shaded his eyes as he looked up. “Drama queen,” he muttered about Sam. None of the clouds above looked like they were ready to storm, so into a pocket the keys went and Dean walked along the sidewalk, heading towards a small bit of forest bordering the nearby park.

October 15th excerpt:

With a frown, Sam waved vaguely at the front of the room. “Might rain later,” he warned.

Dean had to smirk at that. “I think we’ll survive,” he said, and held out a hand near Stan. “I’ll keep an eye on the sky for us.”

September 8th excerpt:

Dean dropped a hand next to Stan. “Tired?” he asked with a knowing glint in his eye.

Stan nodded sleepily, giving in to the infectious yawn he’d caught from Dean. He climbed right onto the offered hand with a lot on his mind as he thought back to the conversation that had gone on over his head during the film.

“Are you… gonna tell other hunters about me?” he asked quietly before all the boldness he’d gleaned from the movie could fade.

September 7th excerpt:

Sam was finally starting to recover on the other bed, huffing with the occasional laugh. “He’s older than you,” he snickered at Dean again.

“Older than you too!” Dean protested in annoyance.

I’m not the one that decided to start calling him kid!”

“You didn’t stop me!”

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August 7th excerpt:

“She’s gonna get seen! ” Stan hissed, clutching at his hair in distress. His nerves were strung taut and tightened further the longer Arrietty spent in the open, nowhere near cover. All the boy would have to do was glance over, and she’d be noticed.

Sure enough, as Arrietty was getting up to leave, she knocked over an action figure, and it clattered to the floor far below. Stan couldn’t hold on a gasp or keep himself from backing up an inch or two as the human on the screen was alert and after the borrower in his room instantly.

It amuses me every time! Sam and Dean will take good care of the lil nerd!

~~~

Bonus excerpt:

Instinctively putting out a hand to reassure Stan, Dean lightly touched the kid’s back, curling his hand around him for a bit of shelter. “Don’t worry, it’s not real,” he reminded him. He didn’t want the movie night to worry the kid into losing hair over it. “I’m sure she’ll figure a way out.”

“Watch!” Sam interrupted, right as the kid slammed a container over the girl’s head.

Stan gave another gasp, scooting closer to Dean’s curled fingers to peek through them. Though he was still highly concerned for Arrietty, Dean’s comforting gesture helped separate him from the movie just enough.

August 7th excerpt:

“She’s gonna get seen! ” Stan hissed, clutching at his hair in distress. His nerves were strung taut and tightened further the longer Arrietty spent in the open, nowhere near cover. All the boy would have to do was glance over, and she’d be noticed.

Sure enough, as Arrietty was getting up to leave, she knocked over an action figure, and it clattered to the floor far below. Stan couldn’t hold on a gasp or keep himself from backing up an inch or two as the human on the screen was alert and after the borrower in his room instantly.