Headshot commission for @nightmares06 and @borrowedtimeandspace!! Their oc Stan with a smol Dean Winchester riding on his shoulder c: thanks so much for commissioning me!! This was fun!!
Tag: dean winchester
“Under the bed” oscar and sam, fanart for brothers together:) @nightmares06 @brothersapart
I cant believe i almost forgot about oz!! (He’s jist to cute to miss lol) i bet him and sam had all sorts of ‘adventers’ during their time at ‘the knight inn’ but of course, dean knows excactly where his little brother is (sam just dosent know that) ;).
July 24th excerpt:
“I’ve never heard there might be anyone else,” Jacob admitted. “I never thought about living on my own like this. Everyone kinda thinks I can’t.” He glanced down at himself pointedly. He was less than four inches tall, and couldn’t even get down from a table on his own.
Dean frowned at what Jacob was implying. He’d been raised to take care of Sam since he was only four, the idea of being told what he could and couldn’t do was an alien thought.
“Just because you lost a little height doesn’t mean you turned into an infant,” Dean said gruffly, holding out a hand for Jacob again. “Fine, you’re smaller than me. But you can do things I can’t.”
July 23rd excerpt:
Jacob flinched as the table shook under his feet. He made his way to the edge, wary of any more earthquakes that might send him plummeting. When he could lean forward to see down to the floor, he almost smirked. It wasn’t often that he had a chance to look down at someone anymore. Before he was reduced in size, he was on his way to being taller than almost everyone around him.
The seconds drew out with no exclamations of aha! from Dean. Jacob wasn’t sure why they would ever expect to find someone just like that. Even so, he gave Dean a few more seconds before he said anything.
July 22nd excerpt:
Dean let out a breath and slid his duffel bag from his shoulder, lightly dropping it in the corner. “Now what?”
Jacob glanced to the duffel and the loud clatter it made as it settled on the floor before looking up at Dean. From his position held up in the air, he had a good vantage point of a room in a motel that should be more familiar. Jacob hadn’t had time to memorize his surroundings there before he was hit by the shrinking. After that, he hadn’t come back.
Until now. In one of the weirdest missions he’d ever heard of. “How would I know what to do?” he asked, exasperated.
July 21st excerpt:
By the time the brief conversation to get checked in was over, Jacob’s ears were ringing. He had to keep from fidgeting in the cloth enclosure while he waited for Dean to get to the room, having been stuck in there for hours now. At the sound of a door closing, he moved to stand in the pocket once more. “Finally,” he groused. “Done with pockets for now.”
“It can’t be all that bad,” Dean protested, but he moved to scoop Jacob out of the pocket with two fingers regardless.
July 20th excerpt:
“Sit tight,” Dean cautioned as he pulled into the parking lot. “Gonna get us a room.”
Jacob rolled his eyes. He knew what sit tight meant for him, and he begrudgingly let go of the edge of the pocket to duck back into the folds.
July 19th excerpt:
The wait stretched out longer and longer, and Jacob eventually pulled himself to a stand. He gripped the fabric carefully, and when he was standing at last, he crossed his arms over the edge of the pocket to stay steady. “Are we there yet,” he quipped half-heartedly, squinting down the road as they sped along.
Dean glanced down, a smile on his face the contrast to Jacob’s worry. Lightly ruffling Jacob’s hair before putting his hand on the wheel, he shook his head. “Still got a bit more to go,” he said, tapping out the beat to Smoke on the Water while he talked. “We’ll be there soon.”
July 18th excerpt
Given their initial training session, Sherlock was certain that Stan had more to fear from Dean than vice versa.
That decided, Sherlock pushed himself to stand once again, glancing at Dean once before striding away to gather a few supplies.
“Try not to break him this time,” he chided Dean over his shoulder as he sifted through the equipment on his worktable.
Brothers Apart 