November 3rd excerpt:
“Hey, Dean, why don’t you show Nate your place?” Stan suggested, lowering the hand holding Dean next to the little box set up for him. He hoped that giving him something to do would be better than leaving him on the same counter while he rummaged through the cabinets for a minute or two.
Dean’s eyebrows rose, and he looked between the two humans. “Uh, right!” he said, raising his voice to be heard over the crackle of the onions cooking.
November 2nd excerpt:
Stan stiffened from head to toe the second Dean set foot on his hand, struck by the no-longer-familiar sensation. He was just so tiny, most of Stan’s fingers outsized Dean and that was far from a comfort. Though Stan could only remember bits and pieces of the last borrower he’d ever held, he remembered them being so much bigger in his hands.
He wasn’t a child anymore. He’d grown up, and his hands were no exception.
November 1st excerpt:
“Why don’t you two hang out for a bit?” Nate suggested to the both of them, gently moving his hand away from his chest. He was careful to shift slowly so Dean wasn’t leaning on or clinging to his shirt; it wouldn’t do to have the little fella fall off his hand. “I’ve got dinner to start, shouldn’t take too long but I’ll need both hands.”
Despite blinking confusedly at Nathan, Stan’s hands rose to meet his as Nate held Dean out to him, and they stayed there awaiting the borrower.
I originally sketched this out over a month ago when it was getting too dark outside to see, so I’m sorry this is rough and not at all refined, but I like it 🙂 I colored it in to hide the many Many mistakes. (One day I’ll learn how to draw crossed arms….. some day….)
Inspired by Brothers Apart by @nightmares06
October 30th excerpt:
Stan kept a steady hand on Juno to make sure she didn’t get too close to Dean. He could plainly see how nervous the little guy was, and he glanced between Dean and Nate, still trying to figure out what his fiance was trying to tell him. Nate gave a small nod toward the borrower in his hand, indicating that Stan should pay attention, so that’s where Stan’s focus went.
“Easy, girl,” Stan soothed. Juno was a little sluggish from her meal, but he couldn’t risk her getting overexcited around someone so small. The German Shepherd was curious and resisted his grip, lurching forward just enough so that her nose grazed Dean’s tiny hand before Nathan could draw back out of her reach.
Artwork by @wolfie180g!
October 29th excerpt:
Sam saw the look they shot him and could only put his hands up placatingly. “Oh, don’t mind me, feel free to carry on your conversation. Take your time.” The dry, flat humor in his voice was heavy, but he couldn’t say he minded, having two different people this size. Even with their numbers doubled and a discussion about weapons going on right in front of him, he couldn’t say he felt particularly threatened.
October 28th excerpt:
Grabbing onto Jacob’s hood, Dean hauled the kid to his feet. He might be weaker than Jacob as far as physical strength went, but right now he had fury and righteousness on his side.
All of this instantly caught Sam’s attention, naturally (how could anyone miss a tiny man stalking onto their table and shouting at the other tiny person?), and he stiffened, nearly going for his knife before seeing the look on the new guy’s face. The new man was older than Jacob easily, maybe even older than Sam, though his features were too small to completely make out, and he was completely focused on berating the kid.
Dean and Sam Winchester fan art for brothers apart! @nightmare06 @neonthebright @brothers apart. Dean and Sam are exhausted after a routine salt and burn, they were both asleep before their heads hit the pillow! But don’t worry, Sam dosent mind sleeping with dean every once in a while. even if he was to tired to recognise the difference between a hand and his blanket, he knows dean’s got him.
And, after a long time full of guesses and fun, we have a winner!
In Avenue of Life, Stan Baker has to decide what to do with his life, now that it’s been given back to him. After being enslaved by a witch, the future is completely open, and that’s a terrifying notion for someone new to freedom.
How many roads must a man walk down?
–The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Time for a sneak peek!
“Well,” Sam started, having difficulty beginning, “you see…”
“We’re not going to make your decisions for you,” Dean interrupted, taking over for Sam. He folded his arms on the table. “As far as we’re concerned, your life is your own.” That statement was near and dear to his heart. After seeing the borrower’s mistreatment at the hands of the witch, Dean wasn’t about to be a party to anything like that.
“So if you want, we can keep you with us and find your old home,” Sam offered, listing out the choices the brothers had come up with during the long ride, “or we can find you somewhere else to live, somewhere away from humans.”
Dean shrugged, hampered slightly by the way his arms were crossed. “Or you can skip out on us now. We’re not keeping you a prisoner just because we’re bigger.”
Stan blinked, a confused frown pinching his brow as his attention switched from brother to brother as they spoke. The notion of being allowed a choice for his life was a foreign concept that didn’t process fully in his mind. To him, it made no sense. Sam and Dean were bigger, much stronger, therefore they held Stan’s more insignificant life in their hands. That made him theirs.
Didn’t it?
“I-I,” he stammered when he realized they were waiting for a response from him. He really didn’t know how to answer.
His only other experience with humans was Nicholas, and the witch would occasionally ask him questions that sounded like the answer would be an opinion or a choice, but there was only one true answer that would make him happy. What the brothers were offering didn’t sound so dissimilar to those, and even if they were otherwise different from Nicholas in almost every way, he didn’t want to make them unhappy.
October 17th excerpt:
“It is nice to breathe air that isn’t recycled,” said Stan genuinely. With another long inhale, he carefully maneuvered himself a little closer to the front of Dean’s shoulder, setting himself down between the collar and his neck and curiously peeking out in the direction Dean was heading. Once he even dared to glance down the sheer cliff Dean’s torso made, see those massive legs swing out to carry his unfathomable weight forward another step.
For the one brief second Stan got to see that, it was both fascinating and terrifying.
Brothers Apart 