October 7th excerpt:

Sam directed Jacob on where to lower him down, pointing out the ground directly next to the rear driver’s side tire. That would put him closest to his panic room entrance and shorten the journey.

From down on the ground next to the tire, Sam saw a rare perspective of the Impala– his home. She loomed overhead, all shadows underneath and chrome overhead throwing the sunlight back at Jacob. It could have been an intimidating scene, the ceiling over Sam’s head a confusing landscape of car parts that only Dean knew how to navigate, but instead Sam felt safe here. The Impala was as much his as it was Dean’s, as Dean would insist whenever he was working on her.

Sam turned back to Jacob. “I’m going to open the door on the driver’s side to let you in, okay?” he said seriously. “It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll get there.”

Would it be rude to AU headcanon Stan/Dean as a ship?? *hides because I feel bad bc Nathan is a sweetie*

borrowedtimeandspace:

I don’t think it’s rude at all! Headcanons are headcanons for a reason. @nightmares06 writes Dean as straight and Stan is in a relationship by the time they meet in Brothers Consulted, so they won’t end up a couple at all in our stories, but it’s perfectly fine to think up your own versions of the story as long as you don’t demand we make it canon.

I can’t wait to write about Stan and Nathan, though. Nate’s just the right amount of chill to go along with whatever shenanigans his secret agent brings home.

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(Artwork of Nathan by @ghostquack)

October 5th excerpt:

Sam stepped up onto Jacob’s hand, again testing his weight on the unfamiliar texture of the teenager’s palm. It was so different than Dean’s; much larger but also much softer, lacking the calluses formed by years of hunting and car repair, scars of battle covering the surface. Jacob had quite a few years to go before he caught up to Dean.

It was a hand that didn’t belong to Dean or Bobby. Sam had never willingly stepped into a stranger’s hand like this, and he didn’t count earlier with Bowman. His mind was focused on one thing that time, that his friend needed help. Now, it was all he could think about. For so long, he’d never trusted anyone else with his life in their hands. Often with good reason, considering his experiences.

There wasn’t much time to waste, so Sam didn’t linger on the palm. He was there just long enough to examine the surface with a critical eye, then darted over Jacob’s thick wrist and began to climb the muscular arm. Sam didn’t say a word until he reached Jacob’s shoulder, taking his place where he felt most comfortable. He squatted down and gripped the hoodie fabric for balance. “Ready!” he chirped.

October 3rd excerpt: 

Jacob had always been something of an outsider in the village, owing to his huge size compared to its leafy-winged residents. It was strange to stand by and watch another human leaning so close to one of the home trees.

It was like getting an outside view of how strange he looked among the village.

He was a bit jealous that Sam, by contrast, fit in so well that he could walk right into that house. The most Jacob could manage would be to poke a few fingers through a window at the most. He and Dean wouldn’t be able to fit their hands through the doors.

“Think fast!”

Oscar would try to flail out of the way but balloons are too big to avoid. Then there’s the matter of static. His little hands might stick to it even as he falls over with a balloon on him. Dean would find Oscar with his hair all staticky and even poofier than normal.

Lucky for Oz he’s not small enough to get completely stuck to it. 

COM – What the Hell

nightmares06:

Commission for @torchmlp​!

Torch requested a whole new AU where Sam and Dean discover a shocking surprise– Sam’s a sizeshifter!

New Sizeshifter!Sam AU

Word count: 1588

Warnings: Minor character death

Commissions are open!


Following Dean’s gesture, Sam took the right and Dean went left, both scoping out the downstairs of the house they were in.

This abandoned house was marked on their map as the most likely location of a lone werewolf’s lair. Each missing person in town over the last few months had gone missing within a mile radius, no one remembered anyone coming or going from this house but reports of the lights on at odd hours had come into the police station, and, most important, the missing person’s reports all came in during the full moon.

Werewolf.

In. Out.

Simple.

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October 2nd excerpt: 

There was a small smile lurking at the edge of Dean’s mouth as he watched everyone file onto his hand, heartened by the trust they had in him. “Dean express, heading out,” he said, the joking tone almost alien to the emotions he’d battled with during the last day.

The second hand came over to cup around the edge of the first, guarding the three people from the drop that formed as he went to stand. Bowman might complain, but Sam didn’t have wings like the others to catch himself if he slipped.