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nightmarejasmine:

brothersapart:

July 5th excerpt:

Stan took a steadying breath, running his hand through his bright hair. “Well, I got the cardstock you needed, but… I kind of also brought home a borrower–,”

“You WHAT?? ”

….The fudge is a cardstock? And Does Nate not like the borrowers?

@enby-phoenix reblogged your post and added:

Oh boy. Calm down, Nate! You’ll scare the little guy!

@kajensen07 replied to your post:

Um, Stan. You might be in trouble…

These comments are great! @nightmarejasmine, cardstock is a type of paper. Nathan’s a teacher and Stan’s being the good bean and getting him his supplies.

Stan might have wanted to mention all this to Nate before bringing home a borrower!

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June 27th excerpt:

A few scattered projects surrounded Dean’s nest, though Moira couldn’t tell what any of them were or would become. He was always so crafty, in a way that not many others could match even after years of practice. It was like Dean had learned secrets they didn’t have access to, and not for the first time Moira wondered at the secrets her brothers kept after so many years of knowing them.

She knelt by Dean’s side, pushing his shoulder. “Dean,” she whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible to avoid waking Sam.

He groaned, trying to roll away from her touch. Since he was tucked into a corner, there was nowhere else for him to go, and his eyes squinted open in annoyance. “What?” he griped, rubbing his eyes.

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November 25th excerpt:

Dean was silent for a long moment. He very rarely tried to actively use the ability. Mostly it just happened. They needed food, and he would suddenly just know where to go. Questioning it when their lives depended on the ability seemed like looking a gift horse in the mouth.

As he focused, the prickles on the back of his neck began to grow more prominent. His surroundings dropped away.

It was like he was standing next to Sam once more, trying to hurriedly clear his mind and listen to Sam’s constant litany of ‘advice’ for how to do it. 

With focus came clarity, and Dean found himself pointing before he realized his hand was moving.

Psychic freak, slipped into his mind and he angrily crushed the thought as he told Sherlock, “That way.”