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.”
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.
Stan might jump a mile if Dean does that, but he won’t have to worry about scolding Dean. Sam has him covered, with scolds that will blister Dean’s ears for making their smol Stan nervous.
Dean is so amused by them when they climb up him, and he can’t miss out on a chance to tease Sam…
Sam might figure it out since Jacob has never been so oddly fast, sucks at lying, and Dean looks smug…
Dean gets patted on the head with an elephant trunk, Sam has to sit in the corner so they stop freaking out around him.
When Dean finally gets out, he’s covered head to toe in yarn and Sam makes fun of him for looking like a reject for The Mummy. Meanwhile, Sam already disarmed the booby trap and is sitting pretty while he waits.
Iron is a must-have tool for any hunter, and he will snitch Dean’s bullets if he has to.
They’d burn the flat down if left to their own devices. Then ten seconds later, be best friends. John’s head is spinning trying to keep up.
Dean has so many pockets, he could have added one in just for the umbrellas. And since Sam doesn’t have that ever-useful knack of finding things like a smol Dean would, he’s forced to deal with regular senses to try and track them down.
Naturally, he finds nothing, and the next time it rains he gets one of the flowery pink ones. He only uses it because he’s in Dean’s pocket and now it looks like Dean has an umbrella in his pocket instead of any pens.
Sam wins, with one big flourish that sends the plastic sword flying from Dean’s fingertip, and he sits on the controller to make sure Dean doesn’t try to swipe it from him.
Unfortunately for Dean, Sam is regular sized and has full access to candy and sugar and all unhealthy things.
Those two will be a handful.
Brothers Apart 