October 8th excerpt:
Gently scooping Dean off his shoulder, Stan gave a small smirk and asked, “Where to, Mr. Winchester?” He didn’t want to assume where Dean would prefer to be to start out.
Tag: stan baker
1. What is the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
I give him three days, tops, and that’s generous. He’s a very action-oriented person, always needs to busy himself somehow. Poor Nathan would have a very anxious Stan bugging him for something to do, he’s fallen down too many YouTube rabbit holes and is going a little nuts.
Poor Stan has been cooped up for too long. Long enough to apparently pick up the ukulele.
Lots of love and thanks to @ghostquack for bringing this to life! Inspiration for this lil bit of silliness comes originally from this vine and a conversation with @neonthewrite.
October 7th excerpt:
“Seriously?” Stan admonished. “This is the impression you’re gonna make?”
Bill blinked, not expecting such a strong reaction from him. “Hey, I… I was only tryin’ to–,”
“Save it, North,” Stan snapped, shutting Bill right up.
Will Nate appear in Brothers Chosen?
@borrowedtimeandspace – I will say that I am loath to write Stan without his Nate coming into play at some point. So there’s a distinct chance that if Stan ever shows up in a story without him, they’ll find each other some way.
– We couldn’t possibly separate true love like that!
What would the reaction of the Lounge when they’ll have two of the Stans(one human from Brothers Consulted and one borrower from Brothers Chosen)? What will they think when they find out Stan wasn’t cursed? I mean, those two are different from all the other versions(of cursed humans…) we saw…
@borrowedtimeandspace – It will definitely be a surprise all around when the Chosen crew and Consulted crew meet face to face. The two Stans of those AUs are indeed different, and it’ll break Consulted Stan’s heart to see what became of his little counterpart. And I’m sure Chosen Sam and Dean will be enlightened to see how the real Stan (as in, a Stan that hasn’t been broken down the way Chosen Stan was) acts.
@nightmares06 – Sam and Dean are trying so hard in the Chosen verse to get Stan back on his feet. They’re just not quite sure what to do with this lost little borrower who needs friends and support. They’ll certainly be very curious to get to know a full-sized Stan who seems to be perfectly confident in the way his life’s gone.
Results of yesterdays stream! ^^ Drawn for 1234567810 on FA (upper left) , giothesheep on FA (lower left), @oathborngt (upper right), @vore-scientist(middle), and @nightmares06 (lower right).
“At least you’ll die doing what you love; Walking into danger.”
Finally getting around to this lolFrom this list of dialogue prompts. Feel free to send in more!
What just happened?
That thought swirled on repeat in Stan Baker’s head as he returned to his flat, a place small enough for the 21 year old to afford on his own humble salary. He leaned against the door after it shut, stunned.
“Rough day?”
Deep green eyes widened and darted to the side. Sitting idly on the hooks on the wall meant to hold keys or coats, hooks Stan rarely used for such things, was a tiny woman no taller than a finger.
After a moment of staring, Stan let out a huff of a sigh that ruffled the woman’s short hair. He recognized her. Hard not to,she hadn’t changed a bit since the last time he saw her.
“Don’t people normally outgrow their imaginary friends?” he asked dryly.
She shrugged. “Suppose so. I always did think we had a special something, though.”
He shot her a flat look. “Well, thanks for dropping by, Tinkerbell, but I’ve grown up.”
“Zepheera,” she corrected, pushing herself up to stand balanced on the metal hook, hands on her hops. “Bit childish to resort to name-calling, don’t ya think?”
Again Stan huffed. “I don’t need to listen to this. You’re not even real.”
A moment passed between them.
“Well?” Zepheera prodded.“You’ve got long legs. Go ahead and leave if you don’t want me around.”
Stan’s brow furrowed, but he couldn’t look Zepheera in the eye. When he still didn’t make a move to leave, he sighed.
“Not a rough day,” he admitted, answering her initial question. “Just…kind of a weird one.”
At last he met her much smaller gaze, tiny pinpricks of violet that once had Stan convinced she was a faerie of some kind. With those eyes as kind as ever, Zepheera offered a small smile. “I’m up for tea if you wanna chat about it.”
Stan couldn’t refuse.
As always, Zepheera was a good listener. She sipped her tea evenly (from a cup Stan could swear she materialized out of thin air, unless she simply carried it around all the time in her tiny rucksack) and waited patiently for the end of Stan’s story.
“Sounds like you’ve got a new job lined up,” she commented.
“I haven’t accepted the offer yet,” Stan reminded her.
“And why not?”
Stan ran a hand through his hair.“Because… It’s a big decision. Punching out the occasional creep on the street is one thing, but this… If I make good here, I’ll be dealing with serious criminals. Terrorists, too. I could die.”
The words hung heavy in the air for a few breaths, a solemn silence broken after Zepheera finished off the last dregs of her tea and got to her feet.
“Well,” she sighed, making her way slowly closer to Stan as she stowed her cup away, “the Stan Baker I know never could sit back while bullies were running rampant.”
Stan chuckled and found his chin lowering onto his folded arms the closer Zepheera came.
With a smile, she gave a small shrug.“And, not saying you will, but if things do get hairy out there, at least you’ll die doing what you love. Walking into danger.”
Stan blinked at Zepheera’s phrasing, feeling hope creep up on him. Then he heaved a world-weary breath, slumping his shoulders and burying his face in his arms.
A feather-light touch patted against one of his knuckles, and from that same direction Zepheera said, “See ya ‘round, Baker. Do what you think is right.”
The next time Stan looked up, Zepheera had vanished. Just like she always did.
“Don’t think I won’t,” he grinned.
September 29th excerpt:
Before Dean lost his resolve, he stuck his hand out like he’d been shown as a kid to offer the dog his scent, his fingers stretched out as far as they could go in an attempt to make his hand as big as possible. He didn’t know if it was going to make a difference considering his entire body was smaller than a normal person’s hand, but maybe she’d understand and recognize the gesture and consider him like any other human, instead of a treat or toy.
“H-hey girl,” Dean stuttered out. “We’re all friends here, right?”
Artwork by @wolfie180g!
September 27th excerpt:
To prepare himself for the trip down the stairs, Dean again found his hands going to Nate’s shirt and holding on tight, almost tempted to hide his face to avoid seeing the heights this time.
Before heading back down, Nate nodded at Stan. “Why don’t you go get Juno. They should at least meet each other,” he suggested.
September 26th excerpt:
Not wanting to overwhelm Dean, Nate decided to skip over a few of the more intense details of the house. The hidden armory, the panic room basement, the hidden room designed to trap potential intruders. There was no need to freak Dean out any more when Stan had already done a fine enough job of that on his own.
Brothers Apart 