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March 25th excerpt:

Flipping the cards back into one pile, Dean held them close to his hand so Stan could get a better look. “With these, we can get into what we need, and they don’t find out who we are, so they can’t arrest us. It’s really a win-win situation, whatever the cops say. We don’t get our asses in jail, they get the monsters they don’t believe in killed off.”

“Ohh, okay,” Stan nodded in understanding. Humans were huge and couldn’t be quite that stealthy. Even Stan couldn’t on his own, his lack of training and red hair a dead giveaway without a spell hiding him.

“So, it’s like a glamour spell, but without the magic,” Stan inferred aloud, managing to put it in a way that made it relatable to his experience.

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March 24th excerpt:

After a moment of thought, Dean reached up and tapped the back of his neck close to Stan. “If someone sees you or you need me for anything, just give me a punch,” he advised. “I can find a corner to talk.”

Stan blinked at the finger above his head, wide-eyed at the notion of hitting Dean. He’d never ever struck a human for any reason, and could hardly believe he was being asked to. He didn’t even know if the human would feel it if he tried.

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February 25th excerpt:

As Dean settled in, Stan was tempted to simply find himself a seat and stay where he was put like he always did. But another  part of him heard a call in the open space of the car, particularly in the dim chasm into which Dean’s legs vanished over the edge of the seat. Stan’s knowledge of cars was extremely limited, but he got the impression from watching Dean drive a few times that something down there helped him operate the immense machine. And anyway, Dean had encouraged Stan to ‘check the place out’…

Curiosity won out in the end, and so with tentative steps, Stan wandered toward the end of the bench, craning his neck to peer into the space. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find down there, but the dark unknown taunted something in the back of Stan’s mind, something he usually ignored.

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February 24th excerpt:

Stan wandered a few steps closer to a partially folded map, intrigued by the intertwining lines, dots, and words. None of it made sense to him, but he stared anyway trying to figure it out. He thoughtfully traced one of the thicker, bolded lines with the tip of his shoe, following its path.

Maybe that’s what it was, Stan thought with a tilt of his head. A path. A road, somehow.

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February 23rd excerpt:

Just like with Sam’s pocket, Stan became all too aware of the human he was riding. The push of a pulse through thick skin as Stan’s shoulder leaned instinctively against the semi-solid surface, hearing each breath in and out of the giant and feeling the slight rise and fall of his shoulders in time with them.

The main difference, however, was that he could see. Rather than being shut up in the dark, Stan could see almost everything Dean could. Probably more, he mused as he whipped his head around to get a load of the rest of the motel room from the height of a seated human. He wasn’t even up that high, and yet he could see how all those massive structures the humans used as furniture looked to them. Smaller, manageable, and befitting someone that size.

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February 22nd excerpt:

Stan let out a hard breath and jumped forward before he could think too much about it.

The worn soles of Stan’s trainers nearly slipped on the incline toward Dean’s collarbone, but he pushed past it, using Dean’s shirt for traction as he all but shoved himself between Dean’s neck and the collar.

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February 21st excerpt:

It was hard to push out of that dark mood. Dean tried to shrug it off. “Shoulder or pocket?” he asked gamely, popping his collar with his other hand.

“You look ridiculous,” Sam commented helpfully.

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February 20th excerpt:

Dean perked up a little. “Think the little guy’s up?” he asked, glancing over at the nightstand drawer.

“Only one way to find out,” Sam pointed out. “You’re the one that kept him up at an ungodly hour of the night, not me.”

“Did I?”

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February 19th excerpt:

Stan’s brow jumped and he froze in place. Without Dean awake to distract him from his position, he felt his ears heat up as he glanced around the wide chest that made up his seat.

“Er… Sam? Dean fell asleep,” he called during a quiet moment in the show, reluctant to raise his voice so close to Dean and his not-quite-restful hand. He didn’t feel unsafe there, but he was certainly ready to be anywhere else.

Somewhere that didn’t turn him red in a confused blush.