Announcement!

Once the story excerpts finish up for the current story (ws), we will be switching tracks for a bit!

Don’t worry, it’s still supernatural gt, but we’ve latched onto a new idea. So, for the first time in ages, we will be writing a non Brothers Apart story. All Supernatural, all Gt, totally different idea.

The story is a collab between @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite. The story excerpts will come from that story until it is finished being written.

If you want to try giving it a guess, feel free! I’m sure I can scrounge up a sneak peek if anyone guesses the premise!

Anything goes!

June 17th excerpt:

Jacob sought his revenge by reaching over to nudge Dean in the side, getting the little hunter to jolt and put his arms up like he was raring for a brawl. Jacob drew his hand back well before any retaliation could be taken against it, but it was the only retribution he needed.

June 10th excerpt:

“Trust me, this is a thousand times better than climbing a table,” Dean groused as he followed next. His fear of heights didn’t bother him at all here. The bed was much lower to the ground and didn’t have the disorienting fact of open air on all sides to unnerve him.

“All it takes is some practice!” Sam called up, starting to climb down faster. “Beds or tables, we’ve gotta be ready for anything!”

Dean swore under his breath. “All those times fighting with Walt and now you’re starting to sound just like him.”

“Hey, he had a point, y’know!”

June 9th excerpt:

Jacob reached up with his other hand, over to the popcorn bowl where Dean made valiant efforts to avoid falling further in. Before he could sink into the popcorn and become even more irate, Jacob’s fingers dove in after him and closed around his tiny waist. In no time at all, he fished the tiny, flailing hunter out of the popcorn.

Jacob was still grinning once Dean was free. “Didja find a good piece?”

Dean sent Jacob his most intimidating glare. Dangling from two thick fingers, with a kernel of popcorn still clutched to his chest, the effect was ruined. Dean gave a kick with his right leg, jostling a piece of popcorn that insisted on clinging to his jeans free.