December 2nd excerpt:

Dean stuck his lip out in what almost looked like a pout, rebellious at the way Sherlock made sense as he talked about Dean interacting with a new human.

“If I do this,” Dean said, refusing to give in completely, “if, you better make sure he doesn’t get any ideas about grabbing me. This size might have its perks when you need to get into small spaces, but it comes with a whole mountain of disadvantages I’d rather be without. If you agree that you’ll keep him under control… I’ll do it. If only because I doubt we’ll be sneakin’ me into any more crime scenes after today otherwise.”

Of all things, being left out of Sherlock’s detective work sounded like the worse of the options.

Also. Dean dropped Stan into his pocket and forgot about him. That’s gonna be interesting. Never mind all the jostling as Dean fights, when this is over Stan’s gonna be plucked out with a “Oh yeah, also I caught this itty bitty guy, forgot about that. Sam, do you think he’s dangerous & do we need to kill him?”

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Whoops, Stan is in a pocket and completely forgotten while Dean goes and, y’know, fights a witch, no big deal. Sammy, why you lookin’ at me that way? 

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December 1st excerpt:

With things coming to a close, Dean realized it was coming time to get back into hiding. He patted down the scarf around him to figure out how it was set up, wishing he could see better for the umpteenth time. Once he found an edge, he pulled it up.

Before vanishing under, Dean griped, “I’m holding you both to this!” and yanked it over his head, muttering for Sherlock’s ears only, “and for the record, this is a terrible idea. I’m not baring my soul to some stranger.”

November 30th excerpt:

Not one to be left out of even the chance of a drink, Dean immediately jumped back into the conversation, waving a hand over his head to be sure they were paying attention to him. “I’ll take a whiskey! Neat!” he ordered, remembering exactly how to say it from a childhood spent watching his father go to bars and months spent at Bobby’s house, sneaking shots of whiskey when the adults weren’t paying attention.

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So there.

part 4 of 4, Dean is victorious! He bested the hand in combat and dares any to say otherwise.

Inktober coloring for Nightmares06 in exchange for the final chapter in the Dragon!Dean crossover fic

Next up is the coloring of the Pic with Cas peering in at Dean inside an aquarium. It is one of the most loved pics for it’s sheer level of angst. I invite everyone to use it how they want, Cause I’d love to see what stories or related arts y’all can come up with!

November 28th excerpt:

Blinking harshly, Dean forced his eyes to adjust faster, until he could see the inside of the vent as good as he saw the room outside. He had to admit, out of all the perks of his size, being able to see in a near darkness was one of the better ones. The vent came into sharp clarity, and he set off, quickly jogging down the few feet to the bend in the vent.

Once Dean was close enough to make out more of the silhouette, he let out a low whistle, impressed by his findings.

He will be showing up sooner than you expect! After all, we couldn’t have a certain someone in the series if his boss wasn’t around!


Someone will be by,” Mycroft confirmed. “Unless, of course, you refuse…

The younger Holmes scoffed, knowing there really was no option despite Mycroft’s coy implications. “How could I refuse?” With a faint scowl, he hung up with more force on the button than necessary.

“Hope to God he’s not sending a helicopter,” John muttered, running an exhausted hand down his face.

“H-helicopter?” Dean repeated, swallowing nervously.