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January 15th excerpt:

The drop was sharp, but the landing was soft, and Stan ended up in a tangle of limbs at the bottom of Sam’s pocket. He had difficulty finding his feet in the oversized hammock, clutching the fabric around him for some semblance of stability.

When he finally fell still, sitting in a corner with his back pressed to a side seam, Stan’s eyes widened. The world shifted ever so slightly back and forth as Sam breathed right next to him, hearing the dull roar of those massive lungs as they filled and emptied in time. If he concentrated, he could make out the thrum of Sam’s heart deep within the expansive wall of muscle he found himself leaning against in his temporary sanctuary. A heart Stan might be able to fit inside, lungs large enough to be rooms, maybe even small houses!

“Oh, boy,” murmured Stan as Sam’s magnitude hit him like a ton of bricks. He thanked goodness that Sam was as mindful of him as he was.

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January 14th excerpt:

“Baker,” Stan replied suddenly, looking up at Sam with glistening green eyes. Something deep in the pit of his chest felt warmer with this new knowledge, like a part of him that was lost was finding its way back. “My last name is Baker.”

Sam had a slowly growing smile on his face at Stan’s triumph. “Good to meet you officially, Stan Baker,” he said. “I’m Sam Winchester and that’s Dean Winchester.”

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January 13th excerpt:

“I understand, Sam,” Stan insisted as he automatically hopped onto the offered hand. He had no desire to get grabbed by anyone else and end up starting this whole process over with someone completely new. Someone who might not be as considerate as Sam and Dean had been.

As he climbed up to Sam’s palm, Stan let one of his hands brush past the pad of the thumb as he passed it by. The insanity of the situation hit Stan all at once, him reassuring the giant as he was about to be pocketed by said giant. He shook his head, pondering this strange existence he led now.

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January 12th excerpt

“So what’s the plan for the day?” Sam asked as he picked up his fork, starting in on his own food once it looked like Stan was settled.

“Researmph,” Dean mumbled around a piece of sausage, eliciting a glare from Sam when he talked with his mouth full.

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January 11th excerpt:

Sam shoo’d Dean away, keeping a tight grip on the food. “Wait your turn,” he scolded, setting up on the table.

Dean sank back into his seat, impatiently watching Sam pull out his acquisitions. Each brother got a cup of coffee, and the orange juice was placed to the side. The meals were similar; Dean’s ran heavier on the bacon and sausage end and Sam’s had more fruit, but for breakfast, it wasn’t bad. The lack of continental at the motel had seemed disappointing at first until they found a local diner that served at all times during the day. Good prices, decent food.

Sam portioned out a bit of everything on a napkin for Stan, filling the bottlecap from last night with OJ. “Maybe this’ll work better than the soda,” he said ruefully.

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January 10th excerpt:

“Rule number one of exercise,” Dean instructed, pushing the cap over to Stan with a finger. “Drink a lot, especially if you’re feeling light headed. We can go through a few more stretches today if you’re up to it, but this is the kind of thing you want to build up slowly. It doesn’t happen all at once.”

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January 9th excerpt:

Instead of immediately going over to the drawer to check on their tiny, vulnerable victim, Dean picked up the water bottle from the table, unscrewing the top for a drink while he cooled down. “I see Sleeping Beauty decided to join us in the land of the waking,” he joked, a glimmer in his eye.

Stan fought the urge to duck down behind the face of the drawer when Dean saw him and addressed him, more embarrassed that he’d been caught staring than afraid this time. It was mesmerizing, watching muscles larger than he would ever be flex and contract in Dean’s arms, back muscles rippling like waves as he worked. Stan was hard-pressed to tear his eyes away when he had no immediate cause to fear the strength in those muscles.

“Good m-morning,” Stan replied as heat rose in his neck. He hoped that his size and Dean’s distance would hide his blush, flustered to realize that he’d been thinking of the human as handsome. Now that he wasn’t hovering and Stan had space to see all of him at once, he had to admit that he, and Sam now that he thought of it, were both objectively good-looking.

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January 8th excerpt:

With the room to himself and the third occupant awake and unnoticed, Dean chose to start on his morning workout routine. Wearing sweats and a close-fitting tee that displayed his arms as he worked, he slowly began to stretch.

Stan’s brow lifted in time with Dean’s arms as the man seemed to stretch into the sky. And yet he didn’t feel afraid, like he would if Dean was closer or was looking at him. With the distance taking away some of the natural intimidation that came with Dean’s size, Stan could almost allow himself to think of him as similar to himself, stretching out the kinks in his arms and back before starting his day.

That thought was quickly dismissed. He could never be the equal of someone as great in strength and size as Sam or Dean, and comparing them to himself put them at an unfairly low standard.

But Stan supposed there was nothing wrong with sitting back and enjoying the view while things were quiet.

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January 7th excerpt:

Sam reached forward, nudging the little shirt Stan had shaken out from its little clump. The little guy gave the tiniest of flinches, broken out of his retrospective state, and glanced up at Sam. “You can put this back on,” he said, keeping his voice soft, the way he treated the more traumatized victims they ran into. Stan nodded and did just that, giving a slight wince when his arms were raised above shoulder level.

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January 6th excerpt:

Dean had far less self-control, his face darkening. “What kind of person tortures a–"

He was cut off when Sam hauled him back from the table, taking a few steps away to give Stan a breather. “Dean, he thinks we’ll punish him like that,” he hissed under his breath. “Did you see the way he tenses up? Especially if you raise your voice?”