Thank you for asking! They are indeed a cute pair.
The first time they met, Stan saved Nathan’s life. Nate’s workplace was in danger, and Stan was one of several agents assigned to counter the attack. Sort of an unforgettable encounter, for the both of them.
A while later, Nathan happened to spot Stan at a local coffee shop on a day off, and decided he wouldn’t let him slip away before he could say thanks this time.
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June 18th excerpt:
Dean scooped up Stan and the plate in one hand, balancing the apple pie on the tips of his fingers, and snagged the laptop with his other hand. The laptop got plopped at the foot of Dean’s bed, quickly followed by the pie and then Stan, and Dean stretched out on his stomach so he could see the screen close up.
June 16th excerpt:
Stan hopped to his feet when the humans started moving about, and did his best to keep back and out of their way until things fell relatively still. Then he crept curiously closer to Dean and the laptop, wondering about his plan as much as Sam.
“Is a… movie like a TV show?” he ventured to ask, still getting the hang of human things and how they worked. He could only imagine it was similar, since he’d heard the brothers mention movies before, and the laptop wasn’t so dissimilar to the television. The biggest difference was the computer had more options for functions, and the TV was limited to entertainment media as far as he could tell.
June 5th excerpt:
Stan paused and looked back at Dean, trying to ignore the pang in his stomach when he saw how small the fella looked on his counter. “You don’t have any food allergies, do you?”
Dean shook his head. “No,” he said truthfully. “Just… cats.” He flushed red, hoping Stan didn’t mind the extra information.
June 4th excerpt:
“So, er, what’s your name?” Stan asked, reluctant to call him by a name on a tank. “I’m Stan.”
“Oh, um,” Dean hadn’t expected this question from Stan. His name– most of his name– was on the side of the cage he was in when they first met. Stan could use it, he could decide to change it, and instead he was asking Dean.
Maybe he just wanted to hear Dean say it?
With an internal shrug of what can you do? Dean tilted his head back to meet Stan’s gaze. “Dean Win– Dean Wire.”
Artwork by @wolfie180g!
Sneak peek
@torchmlp guessed it, so we all get to read it! #lald is short for Live and Let Die, a saying that Stan Baker will hold in his heart after how his life changes because of two hunters and their intrusion on his life!
Just when Stan was about to fall asleep, a fingertip brushed against the tiny flame of hair. Stan was instantly alert, propping himself up on an elbow to look up at Nicholas expectantly to see what he wanted.
“Do you love me, Stan?” Nicholas asked, leaning down so his eyes were closer to Stan’s level.
“Yessir,” Stan answered without hesitation.
“And are you happy with me?”
“Yessir.”
The witch would ask these questions every once in a while, like a test of Stan’s loyalty. Of course Stan was loyal to Nicholas. It didn’t matter if the witch was volatile, if any little thing could set him off and provoke him to punish Stan in one way or another.
He was all Stan had in the world.
June 2nd excerpt:
Stan chewed his lower lip, the little guy’s evident fear eating at him. He never wanted to scare Dean, if that was even his real name. He tried offering a small smile in the hopes of reassuring the borrower.
“Let’s getcha out of there,” Stan murmured.
“We both know you know how to tie a tie.”
“Ah, I see you’ve seen through my brilliant plan to lure you close!”
“Like I need convincing.”Happy Pride Month from my beautiful queer boys, Stan Baker (right) and Nathan Sullivan (left).
Artwork by the fabulous @lotminx, much love to them!
June 1st excerpt:
For some reason, Stan was drawn to the kitchen toward the front of the house. There was a granite island there that was set higher up than the dinner table, seemingly an ideal place for Stan to get acquainted with the person he’d be essentially forcing to live with him.
He set the box almost reverently down on the counter, and he tried his best not to jostle it as he opened it up and tentatively peered inside.
“So, ah. Hi,” Stan greeted lamely.
May 31st excerpt:
It didn’t take long for Stan to grimace; through the door that led to the rest of the house, the muffled barks of Stan’s German Shepherd could be heard. She often got excited when people came home, and he could only imagine how terrifying such a sound would be to Dean, let alone the sight of a relatively enormous dog.
Brothers Apart 