January 14th excerpt:
“Baker,” Stan replied suddenly, looking up at Sam with glistening green eyes. Something deep in the pit of his chest felt warmer with this new knowledge, like a part of him that was lost was finding its way back. “My last name is Baker.”
Sam had a slowly growing smile on his face at Stan’s triumph. “Good to meet you officially, Stan Baker,” he said. “I’m Sam Winchester and that’s Dean Winchester.”
Stan might jump a mile if Dean does that, but he won’t have to worry about scolding Dean. Sam has him covered, with scolds that will blister Dean’s ears for making their smol Stan nervous.
Dean is so amused by them when they climb up him, and he can’t miss out on a chance to tease Sam…
Sam might figure it out since Jacob has never been so oddly fast, sucks at lying, and Dean looks smug…
Sulk, call names, gripe, you name it. It doesn’t help that Rischa looks exactly like a fairy from a fairy tale. Bowman is a dainty flowerkin and he can’t escape it.
The day would be full of oddly loaded glares sent across the table while both nurse some tea that’s full of honey to soothe their throats (I’m living on this right now).
Mrs. Hudson comes down one day with some groceries for the Baker boys and wonders why in the world did the flat burn down.
Dean you are messing with forces you don’t understand…
Dean gets patted on the head with an elephant trunk, Sam has to sit in the corner so they stop freaking out around him.
When Dean finally gets out, he’s covered head to toe in yarn and Sam makes fun of him for looking like a reject for The Mummy. Meanwhile, Sam already disarmed the booby trap and is sitting pretty while he waits.
Iron is a must-have tool for any hunter, and he will snitch Dean’s bullets if he has to.
They’d burn the flat down if left to their own devices. Then ten seconds later, be best friends. John’s head is spinning trying to keep up.
Brothers Apart 