February 14th excerpt:
Sam sighed. “You’re drunk, aren’t you.”
Ignoring Sam, Dean locked right on the television, his glazed eyes taking it in. Sam certainly didn’t watch shows like that when he had the time, so…
Spotting Stan, Dean pounced on the bed. “Whatcha watching?”
February 13th excerpt:
This time, there was no stifling the laugh. Sam wished Dean was around to see the look on Stan’s face.
“No, no, no,” he hurried to reassure Stan, covering his mouth with a hand to muffle the few chuckles that made it through. “It’s a show. It’s make-believe, see?” Sam pressed the button to flip channels, and the screen switched to the news. Then to a movie, then to a soap opera. “See? No one’s stuck in our TV, they’re all just actors paid to be filmed.”
February 12th excerpt:
This was so much different than the pictures Sam had showed him on the laptop, the people he saw through the screen were moving and talking like normal people, yet somehow they fit inside the box.
“T-there are people in there!” Stan exclaimed, pointing at the screen as he turned a distressed look toward Sam.
There will probably be plenty of hotheaded Dean sass in Brothers Discovered!
I can’t speak for most of the story… so far we’ve only got the first night finished, and the most we got was sleepy-not-completely-coherent Dean sass, but he and John… they try but they never quite hit it off the way Sam and John do. And then there’s Stan getting thrown in, and he’ll add some spice of his own to the mix.
sleepy-not-completely-coherent Dean sass:
“Shh!” Sam hissed, glancing around furtively. “There… there’s a giant close by! I can hear him!”
Rubbing his forehead, Dean winced. “Oh, that.”
“That?! ” Sam exclaimed, his voice briefly going up. With a gasp he covered his mouth with both hands, eyes bright with fear. “What do you mean, that? ” he asked, his voice muffled.
February 11th excerpt:
The laptop got placed in front of the covers, and Sam slid Stan into the top of the pillow pile, then sat on the last remaining pillow next to them. “Have at it,” he said, dropping the remote controller next to Stan and pulling the laptop closer.
Stan blinked owlishly at the huge device put in front of him, a little overwhelmed by the sight of it. It was easily twice Stan’s height in length, likely more, and covered in buttons of different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some of the buttons had numbers on them, but he still couldn’t figure out what they were for.
“Um… Sorry, what do I do with this?” He turned sheepishly to Sam, completely lost.
February 9th excerpt:
“You should live a little,” Dean said dryly, the sound of someone talking to a brick wall. “Have a little fun in your life.”
“I’m fine here,” Sam insisted. “Me an’ Stan will see what we can find about borrowers.”
February 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped the box on the table. “Grub’s up,” he announced unnecessarily, flipping open the lid perpendicular to where the brothers were sitting.
A moist steam rose from the box, filling the room with the strong smell of the fresh pizza. One half looked like a regular pizza, melted cheese and crispy crust, but the other side…
“Did you order a mountain?” Sam asked dubiously, leaning over to look at the amount of meat that somehow fit on the pizza.
“I’ll have you know that every bite will be delicious,” Dean insisted primly.
February 7th excerpt:
As though a switch clicked in Stan’s brain, he glanced around the table. He remembered seeing a pen tucked behind the plastic-wrapped complementary cups, as though it had been haphazardly tossed there by a previous guest. Before he could think twice, Stan was dashing across the cover of the book between him and his goal.
It took seconds for Stan to grab the clip near the top of the pen and haul it all the way back to Sam, panting a little from the effort as he stepped back to give the human room to take it.
There’s so many curls, you might loose Sam there!
( Why, when I look up Sherlock gifs, do I find Castiel and fire gifs first in the search? )
February 6th excerpt:
As Dean’s voice started to talk to the pizza shop, ordering what sounded suspiciously like ‘the Ultimate Meat-Lovers pizza,’ Sam took pity on the rumpled little guy, slipping two fingers into the pocket with Stan. Though he didn’t go to scoop the guy out, still worried about possibly injuring Stan with one wrong move or making him equate them to the witch’s care, Sam kept his fingers steady.
“Feel like getting some fresh air?” Sam offered warmly.
Brothers Apart 