August 25th excerpt:

“You haven’t hurt me before,” Jacob insisted. “Which, uh. Thanks, by the way. But y’know, being small doesn’t make me that fragile.”

“Dude, don’t give me that,” Dean complained, switching the way his fingers were placed to flatten Jacob’s hand out. Like this, Dean could see each individual finger. They were so thin compared to Dean, he could barely see them. If Jacob spread his hand out over Dean’s fingertip, he wouldn’t be able to cover it. That small.

Dean didn’t let his fascination keep him from caution while he looked to make sure none of the fingers (what he could see of them) were hurt, complaining all the way. “If I wasn’ so big, you woulndna got yourself in trouble. And that’s why we’re here, so we can make sure you stay safe from now on.”

When the Cowriter Drinks

So, sometimes I (@neonthewrite) end up with an empty document in front of me after I’ve been drinking. All in fun, I let myself write what comes to mind. Last time this happened, I ended up musing briefly on Brothers Apart.


The title of this document is: Bees are Sensitive Souls

“Musing: Sam and bumblebee

Pet it, it is soft

Hug it, it is squishy

What is even the deal with the bees

They shouldn’t even be able to fly???

But they do, they just thrwo physics the fuck right out

ANd they fly

Inspirational bees

So imagine Sammy just chillin’ with a bee like they’re both smol and they defy what convention says they should be able to do. It already sound stupid a little but the image is still cute in my headspace don’t judge” [Note: @nightmares06 judged]


Let’s just say it’s a good thing I don’t do my editing while this shwasted.