February 24th excerpt:
Stan wandered a few steps closer to a partially folded map, intrigued by the intertwining lines, dots, and words. None of it made sense to him, but he stared anyway trying to figure it out. He thoughtfully traced one of the thicker, bolded lines with the tip of his shoe, following its path.
Maybe that’s what it was, Stan thought with a tilt of his head. A path. A road, somehow.
February 23rd excerpt:
Just like with Sam’s pocket, Stan became all too aware of the human he was riding. The push of a pulse through thick skin as Stan’s shoulder leaned instinctively against the semi-solid surface, hearing each breath in and out of the giant and feeling the slight rise and fall of his shoulders in time with them.
The main difference, however, was that he could see. Rather than being shut up in the dark, Stan could see almost everything Dean could. Probably more, he mused as he whipped his head around to get a load of the rest of the motel room from the height of a seated human. He wasn’t even up that high, and yet he could see how all those massive structures the humans used as furniture looked to them. Smaller, manageable, and befitting someone that size.
February 22nd excerpt:
Stan let out a hard breath and jumped forward before he could think too much about it.
The worn soles of Stan’s trainers nearly slipped on the incline toward Dean’s collarbone, but he pushed past it, using Dean’s shirt for traction as he all but shoved himself between Dean’s neck and the collar.
February 21st excerpt:
It was hard to push out of that dark mood. Dean tried to shrug it off. “Shoulder or pocket?” he asked gamely, popping his collar with his other hand.
“You look ridiculous,” Sam commented helpfully.
February 20th excerpt:
Dean perked up a little. “Think the little guy’s up?” he asked, glancing over at the nightstand drawer.
“Only one way to find out,” Sam pointed out. “You’re the one that kept him up at an ungodly hour of the night, not me.”
“Did I?”
February 19th excerpt:
Stan’s brow jumped and he froze in place. Without Dean awake to distract him from his position, he felt his ears heat up as he glanced around the wide chest that made up his seat.
“Er… Sam? Dean fell asleep,” he called during a quiet moment in the show, reluctant to raise his voice so close to Dean and his not-quite-restful hand. He didn’t feel unsafe there, but he was certainly ready to be anywhere else.
Somewhere that didn’t turn him red in a confused blush.
February 18th excerpt:
Dean grinned, completely drawn into the show on TV. “It’s a doctor show!”
“A doctor drama,” Sam corrected quietly to the side, but soft enough that his interruption went unnoticed.
“It’s about the staff at Seattle Mercy Hospital!” Dean went on. He gestured grandly at the scene as it passed them by. “Doctor Chang, the sexy but arrogant heart surgeon. She’s got a surgery soon, a very high risk surgery…”
“Oh I am never letting you live this one down,” Sam said with a huge grin from the other bed, completely ignored again by Dean.
February 17th excerpt:
The perfect place occurred to Dean at last, and he deposited Stan dead center on his chest, relaxing down into the pillow with a sigh. “Now, for some real TV,” he declared.
Stan propped himself up on his hands in attempt to right himself on the uneven ground that he belatedly realized was Dean’s chest, and he yanked those hands off of the soft shirt with a small gasp when the human spoke with Stan on him. Unlike when Stan was in Sam’s pocket, the rumbling of Dean’s voice shook him from below, which made for a slightly more intense sensation throughout Stan’s entire body.
Aside from that, the borrower found himself surrounded on all sides by the rising and falling landscape of Dean’s chest and torso. The same muscular plane that Stan had less than a day ago been admiring from afar, aspiring towards and even finding objectively handsome. Stan could feel his face heating up and quickly turned to face the TV, hoping Dean wouldn’t notice his flustered blush.
February 16th excerpt:
Sam almost leapt off the bed, his hand sealing around Dean’s wrist and his watch all together, holding his drunk brother in place.
“Hey, hey hey! ” Dean whined, trying to pull free and getting nowhere.
“Dean, what the hell,” Sam snapped, his eyes flicking worriedly down to Stan.
February 15th excerpt:
Sam sniffed. “Didja strike out?” he sassed, shifting his butt away from the reek of alcohol and cheap appetizers.
Rolling his eyes, Dean protested “Of course not! I just had to come back and rescue Stan from this fascinating night of procedural cop shows.” He looked back at Stan, leaning closer than normal in order to focus on the tiny features of the little man. “Really? Procedural cop shows?”
“He picked it himself!” Sam defended.
“There’s like two hundred of them on TV and they’re all the freakin’ same!” Dean complained.
Brothers Apart 