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August 11th: There’s No Place Like Home ends

August 14th: The first part of Aftermath: A Series of Consulted Shorts posts 

August 15th to August 24th: Posting hiatus

August 25th: A World of Secrets begins posting

August 30th: The next story poll is posted

September 6th: The story poll closes

September 7th: The next story to post is announced

September 11th: A World of Secrets ends

September 15th: The next part of Motel Sprites posts

September 16th to October 5th: Posting hiatus while @nightmares06 is on vacation out of state.

October 6th: The next story begins posting!

Winning story!

And the winning story, with 25 out of the possible 100 votes (it was a very close poll!), is… 

A World of Secrets!

After being attacked, Sam wakes up in a dark place, surrounded by strangers. He escapes them only to find that his life won’t be going back to normal any time soon…

This marks the beginning of a new AU, Brothers Unexpected! Where Sam is separated from Dean, but not from humanity, despite his new curse.

Sneak peek:

The blue-eyed man brushed Sam’s messy hair back. “My name’s Walt, and this is Mallory,” he introduced, his voice remaining level. “A few days ago, you and your brother got attacked. Do you remember that?”

Sam nodded mutely.

“That lady… the w-itch…” Walt was uncertain as he enunciated the word as though he’d never said it before. “She hit you with something. Some… spell. After it was cast, your brother couldn’t see you.”

Walt swallowed thickly. “We got you out before you got hurt more… but Sam… your family. They’re gone. The witch ran and they chased her.”

Sam’s eyes started to spill over. “N…no,” he mumbled. “Dean wouldn’t leave me. They wouldn’t abandon me!” By the end, he was shouting, his thin voice going up an octave in his panic. The memories in his mind clamored for attention. They overlapped and caused his breath to hitch.

Both Walt and Mallory flinched at the sound of his shout, eyes nervously flashing to their ceiling. Mallory put a delicate hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Sam, they never wanted to,” she said in her lyrical voice. “They thought the witch killed you and just wanted to…” She trailed off, her eyebrows furrowing uncertainly.

“She cursed you, Sam,” Walt cut in gruffly. “Everyone you knew is a giant. That’s why they didn’t see you and that’s why we had to get you out of there. They’re dangerous.”

A silence stretched out between them. Sam’s hand started to shake, more of the cup crumpling inwards as a tear slid down his cheek. “G-giants?” he asked timidly.

Something in his mind clicked before Walt could get out another word. “No! ” Sam stated firmly. “Dean’s not… Dean would never…” His words jumbled and he started to hyperventilate.

Sam shoved the covers off. His water splashed out of the deformed cup. Droplets of water spilled onto the wooden flooring.

Hot. He was too hot.

The world was too cold but he was too hot.

Walt just barely managed to catch the metal cup as it fell, but it was too late.

Sam stumbled out of the bed… nest… fabric. He almost fell over to dodge a well-meaning grab from Mallory, her face covered with sympathy. Sam squirmed between the two people that had saved his life, his desperation giving him energy to escape.

He needed to go. Dean was out there, he had to be.

Sam just had to find him.

Shoving the fabric draped over the doorframe, Sam ignored the cries of alarm that came from his former room. His eyes darted around the new room, and he quailed at the sight of a penny casually kicked against the side of the wall.

It was large enough to serve as a dinner plate.

No, they’re making it up. They’re lying, they have to be!

As soon as he saw another doorframe, Sam ran for it. He had to get out before they grabbed him and put him back in bed. There might not be another chance for escape. Dean always told him to watch out for himself. A hand brushed reflexively against the knife tucked away in his soft tan jacket and Sam prayed he never had to use it.

There was a block in front of the door. It was heavy, but Sam shoved it to the side. The adrenaline filling him made his hands shaky, but it gave him energy he could draw on. He needed to get away, he needed to escape.

A dark passageway arched overhead. The panic that Sam was drowning in refused to let him really see it. He couldn’t make out the cobwebs that lurked in the unreachable corners. The nails in the wooden walls were bigger than his hand but his eyes just brushed over them. He needed to run.

And so he ran.

Wind whipped Sam’s hair into a frenzy. In the distance, the sound of boots came. He was being followed. Panic lent speed to his strides, and Sam pushed himself like he’d never pushed himself before. It was a race. He needed to find a way out of this dark world before that Walt could catch him. It was as simple as that.

Sam’s eyes flashed from side to side as he searched for a way out. The dark walls were dusty, but footprints could be made out in the thick dust. Sam set himself to following them, driven by desperation. He was only ten, and his legs weren’t as long as Walt’s. If it took him too long to find help, he’d lose the race.

“Sam! Wait up, please! You don’t understand!”

Sam pushed the voice out of his mind and ran even faster, if that was possible. A wood splinter jutted out, nearly tripping the young kid up, but he only stumbled, scraping one hand against the ground. The skin was raw and red as he forced himself to run again.

He spotted a light in the distance, and a tiny bubble of hope filled his chest.

A way out.

There was another shout, but Sam didn’t even hear it this time. The wall gave way to an opening where the light was, and Sam felt triumph fill his chest as it turned out to be warm motel room light. He was safe. He could just walk out the door and go search for…

Any thought he had in mind trailed off as Sam skid to a halt.

Something was more than wrong. The room was distorted, the beds and walls arching up over his head by what seemed like miles. He’d run right past the gigantic nightstand, thinking it was just another hallway, leaving him exposed in the center of the floor.

Sam froze, his entire body filling with fear as he realized that Walt may have been telling him the truth.


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Story Poll by nightmares06

Who’s your favorite?

anonymous  asked:

Who is your favourite character?

It’s impossible to choose! I can’t even pick a favorite Winchester; I love them both for different reasons!

Since it’s pretty obvious I love my supernatural characters, since I’m always writing them, I’ll just touch on the OCs that come to mind:

Jacob is an absolute sweetheart, he reminds me so much of my own husband. Tol and gentle, very hard to piss off. He needs a few bops, but always takes scoldings from the smols to heart (once he figures out they’re not joking around with him during initial encounters).

Oscar is just such a wee bean, he needs all the food and hugs and mousies there are. Give him a sandwich and some pie, stat. And as mild as he is, he still pulls through for them, the bravest lil guy around.

Walt was such a surprise of a character, considering initial plans were that he didn’t survive the first story. Here he is, telling off giants in multiple AUs, and being the best borrower dad around.

Stan’s such great fun. He and Dean were just meant to be best friends from the start. I’m looking forward to sharing more stories with him in them!

Chase is an absolute spaz 😉

~@nightmares06

Painful possibilities (submitted story idea)

anonymous  asked:

When Sam gets hit by the curse Dean dies in the melee and haunts the motel room where Sammy lives in the walls.

Ooof, what a painful story idea!

Sam would be torn if he knew Dean’s spirit was trapped in the motel. He’d want his brother to be free, but also Sam doesn’t want to lose his only connection to his family. It would rip him up inside no matter what decision he made in the end.

I don’t have any stories like this for BA, but I did do a short story with the Impala and Dean connected, and there’s also a fanfiction for BA where Sam died when he was cursed as well, so check them out!

To-Do List

So that I don’t lose track of planned updates to this site, I’m creating a to do list here!

If there’s anything not on the list that you might want to see in the future, please leave a comment or send me a message, and I’ll see what I can do to add it at a future date.

Planned updates:

  • Adding the new fanfictions from the 2019 contest to the Fanfiction page.
  • Create a post for A Burglary at Baker Street on WordPress, which was overlooked when that story posted.
  • Possibly create posts for the previous contests, so all entries can be seen in one place.

There’s a possibility that story excerpts will be returning, but they won’t be daily and will depend on if @nightmares06 has free time available coming up. Nothing is set in stone just yet.

The survey for the next story to post will be starting later today (7/25/19), so keep an eye open for that link to post!

Cursed as an adult

thepoisonlily asked:

It’s entirely possible that you’ve answered this before, but I was wondering what it might be like if Celeste’s curse was used on one of the adult brothers? I know they wouldn’t get the knack that the cursed children get, but how else might that experience differ?

I might have, but I don’t remember when, so I don’t mind answering again!

As the curse is perfectly viable on adults, it’s naturally possible that this could happen in the future. Celeste just chooses to use it on children because of the added bonuses that they get from growing up with angelic grace inside of them.

Though an adult might not get as strong of a knack, they do still have the grace and a faint one will still develop. It won’t grow as strong as though they were raised from childhood like that, but it’s still there. Knacks manifest in people directly cursed more often than borrowers born and raised. 

Adults also won’t get much of a strength bonus, and they’ll have very weak nightvision in comparison.

The only exception to this is when Celeste first began her experiments. She cursed adults and children alike, and because she didn’t know the exact ratio of what she should use, the adults got a far stronger injection of grace and all exhibited powerful knacks of their own– the first of the borrower race, and the hardiest survivors.

I actually was writing out a bit of that first discovery, but haven’t had the time to complete it or fix it up, so have a look: 


Adriana bolted upright with a gasp, her long dark hair swaying in the breeze as she instinctively knocked the ant away with an arm.

An ant that was larger than her hand.

The creature recovered in the dirt, its mandibles clacking as the antennae quivered in the air. Adriana faced off with it, staring with dark eyes at the creature that should not exist.

And then she shrieked as the rest of her senses caught up with her mind, and were overwhelmed.

Falling to the ground, she brushed at her arms, her legs, her face, trying to shove away the foreign feeling that something was there, crawling all over her. Invasive, it infected her veins, her skin, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. Confining, controlling, touching at her magic and pulling her mind in a thousand different directions.

Adriana screamed, but no one was there to help her.

There’s No Place Like Home

(Story 3 of the Brothers Lost series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite

The newly-minted team of hunters runs into some downtime between cases. Sam and Dean Winchester, cursed to live at a fraction of their original height, agree to a new trip with Jacob; this time on the road home to reassure his mom he’s still alive and kicking.

An uninvited guest throws this family reunion into a mess, and suddenly Jacob’s left alone to piece together what happened…

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Mariana Andris, Bobby Loran

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There’s No Place Like Home sneak peek

Story arrives 6/30/19 at 9pm! Posting every Sunday and Wednesday at 9pm EST


The newly-minted team of hunters runs into some downtime between cases. Sam and Dean Winchester, cursed to live at a fraction of their original height, agree to a new trip with Jacob; this time on the road home to reassure his mom he’s still alive and kicking.

An uninvited guest throws this family reunion into a mess, and suddenly Jacob’s left alone to piece together what happened…


Bobby Loran quirked an eyebrow at the monstrous car parked outside of Jacob’s house. The black and chrome classic sparked envy in him, and he found himself wondering who was driving that around. He doubted it was Jacob’s stepdad, and his mom probably never would.

It was equally hard to believe that Jacob would end up with such a nice car, considering the less than glamorous line of work he’d taken up.

Not that Bobby would judge his old friend for it. Jacob had never been afraid of hard work. Bobby hadn’t had a chance to hang out with Jacob in a long time, but as soon as he heard the big guy was back in town, he paid the little house a visit. The tiny front lawn was immaculate as always, showing off Mariana’s care for the landscaping. Despite having a smaller home, she took the advice from magazines to heart.

Bobby traipsed up the lawn to knock on the door, glad to be in the shade of the house after the walk there. There was a shuffling of shoes on hardwood floors before the door opened and Mariana answered. Bobby offered her a smile; anyone who knew Jacob knew that his mother was one of the sweetest people on the planet.

“Hey, Mrs. Andris,” he greeted her. “I hear Jacob’s back in town?”

She bobbed her head and her curls bounced with the motion. “You hear right, Bobby, but our timing’s off. I sent him into the city with my car to run some errands for me. You’re welcome to come inside and wait for him, though; I doubt he’ll be gone too much longer.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I might just do that,” he replied, stepping into the house.

“Good to see you again, hon,” Mariana said, closing the door before opening her arms for a hug. 

Bobby chuckled and let the petite woman embrace him. “Yeah,” he replied.

Once Mariana took her leave to return to whatever she’d been bustling about doing (she always had a project going on when she wasn’t at one of her jobs), Bobby trudged up the stairs, tired footsteps landing a little heavier than might usually happen. He’d visited enough times to know exactly where Jacob’s room was, and he didn’t even look up from the phone he’d retrieved from his pocket to check for texts until he’d already thrown the door open and walked in.


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