February 22nd excerpt:
Stan let out a hard breath and jumped forward before he could think too much about it.
The worn soles of Stan’s trainers nearly slipped on the incline toward Dean’s collarbone, but he pushed past it, using Dean’s shirt for traction as he all but shoved himself between Dean’s neck and the collar.
February 16th excerpt:
Sam almost leapt off the bed, his hand sealing around Dean’s wrist and his watch all together, holding his drunk brother in place.
“Hey, hey hey! ” Dean whined, trying to pull free and getting nowhere.
“Dean, what the hell,” Sam snapped, his eyes flicking worriedly down to Stan.
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 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.
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.
January 12th excerpt
“So what’s the plan for the day?” Sam asked as he picked up his fork, starting in on his own food once it looked like Stan was settled.
“Researmph,” Dean mumbled around a piece of sausage, eliciting a glare from Sam when he talked with his mouth full.
The newest addition to the BAU crew is certainly in for a ride when we toss him into a world where he’s the smol. Give him hugs.
(Sketch by @mogadeer)
January 11th excerpt:
Sam shoo’d Dean away, keeping a tight grip on the food. “Wait your turn,” he scolded, setting up on the table.
Dean sank back into his seat, impatiently watching Sam pull out his acquisitions. Each brother got a cup of coffee, and the orange juice was placed to the side. The meals were similar; Dean’s ran heavier on the bacon and sausage end and Sam’s had more fruit, but for breakfast, it wasn’t bad. The lack of continental at the motel had seemed disappointing at first until they found a local diner that served at all times during the day. Good prices, decent food.
Sam portioned out a bit of everything on a napkin for Stan, filling the bottlecap from last night with OJ. “Maybe this’ll work better than the soda,” he said ruefully.
January 10th excerpt:
“Rule number one of exercise,” Dean instructed, pushing the cap over to Stan with a finger. “Drink a lot, especially if you’re feeling light headed. We can go through a few more stretches today if you’re up to it, but this is the kind of thing you want to build up slowly. It doesn’t happen all at once.”
January 7th excerpt:
Sam reached forward, nudging the little shirt Stan had shaken out from its little clump. The little guy gave the tiniest of flinches, broken out of his retrospective state, and glanced up at Sam. “You can put this back on,” he said, keeping his voice soft, the way he treated the more traumatized victims they ran into. Stan nodded and did just that, giving a slight wince when his arms were raised above shoulder level.
Brothers Apart 