If anyone ever wants to write or draw their characters in, we welcome them! We just only write our own characters, since they’re the ones we understand the best.
Dean gets himself shrunk, sams trying his best to find a cure, but one can only get so far with their sibling constantly chatting their ear off *facepalm*
Once he was in place, Dean shooed Stan off. “Now got get him so we can get this thing started.”
Stan just barely contained a chuckle to see Dean waving him off from his perch, still working out the boundaries there and not wanting to come off as patronizing. With a cheeky salute, he did as he was told and headed downstairs.
Gently scooping Dean off his shoulder, Stan gave a small smirk and asked, “Where to, Mr. Winchester?” He didn’t want to assume where Dean would prefer to be to start out.
Stan absolutely is! He’s the most polite Brit, and he’ll always offer a cuppa!
But I think this time, calling Dean such a formal name might be somewhat of an inside joke between them, considering how they first met.
Bonus excerpt:
“Mr. Holmes,” the man greeted. Sherlock hummed to himself, noting the distinct lack of an Irish dialect.
The man’s brow shot up when he caught sight of the tiny figure contrasting the deep blue folds of Sherlock’s scarf.
“And… Mr. Winchester?” he guessed at length.
Dean straightened in place, letting the scarf fall down from his shoulders so more of him could be seen. “Mister Winchester is my dad,” he corrected, his voice level and even to avoid betraying any nerves. “You can call me Dean.”
Gently scooping Dean off his shoulder, Stan gave a small smirk and asked, “Where to, Mr. Winchester?” He didn’t want to assume where Dean would prefer to be to start out.
Dean slowly scanned the room around him, spotting his boots as he shoved off the edge of the handkerchief. “Didja sleep good Sammy…” he yawned into his arm. “Sam?”
Looking around, Dean realized something was missing.
Brothers Apart 