I don’t know anything about copyrights, so for now I keep the book so only I can buy it, and if anyone ever wants to trade for it, they can message me. I don’t want to sell it since Supernatural belongs to someone else.
Month: January 2017
We don’t have a facebook page at all. The tumblr handles most of the extra information and the other fanfiction sites host the actual stories.
Is there a reason you’d want a Facebook page?
@neonthewrite– That sounds fantastic. The sprites have probably experimented with some of that before, at least a little. They have some efficient ways of keeping their homes warm, but no one’s perfect and I bet a time or two, juice has frozen over. Sam could pretend he’s having an icee if they crushed it up to eat it.
If Bowman got his tongue stuck on ice, he’d probably never hear the end of it from Sam. There would be lots of confused fluttering and then pouting from the little sprite!
@nightmares06– Sam loves showing Bowman new things, and he’ll certainly have fun in the winter when it snows! Just think of how big those snowflakes will be when they fall. They won’t melt instantly when Bowman or Sam hold them, so they’ll get to see them better than ever!
And plenty of teasing when Bowman got his tongue stuck, before helping him out.
Brothers Saved ( 4 of 6 )
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14
Throughout the next week, Sam waited at Bobby’s place. John and Bobby stopped in every few days to check up on him, and a few other hunters Sam recognized from stays in South Dakota drifted by. Some to help his dad, some just needing access to Bobby’s library on the supernatural.
Aside from John and Bobby, Sam was to keep Dean a secret from everyone. As far as any other hunter knew, the witch attacked the two boys in the motel room and now Dean was missing. Bobby didn’t want to risk any overzealous hunter assuming Dean was now dangerous because of his curse and attacking the boys while they were on their own.
Sam did manage to find a place to put Dean where he wouldn’t get hurt. He took the pillow from his bed and cautiously slid Dean onto the white cotton surface. There, Dean was cushioned from any sudden jolts, and Sam had both of his hands free. He debated about where to put the pillow for an hour before deciding to place it on the center of the bed and curl up on the floor next to it in all the blankets. It wasn’t the best, but it would do. Sam didn’t want to risk Dean stumbling off the pillow and falling onto a hard surface and maybe getting hurt.
Dean stayed with Sam wherever he went in the house. He was afraid to leave Dean on his own. Anything could be dangerous, and in the warm summer, there were more than enough bugs and rodents around to be hazardous to the smaller Winchester.
Sam barely noticed the time pass that week. All that mattered was his brother was okay. He hovered close by, always checking to see any sign that Dean was rousing. The longer he slept, the more Sam worried that he would never wake. The thought came to Sam on more than one occasion that the shrinking caused by the witch was a distraction and a way to keep them from taking him to the hospital to get proper care while he was in a coma.
Then, on the seventh day, things changed.
Asks and prompts open for this AU! More coming tomorrow!
January 31st excerpt:
“Trail mix, jerky … a gas station would have pretty good options,” Jacob mused.
“Granola bars!” Sam chimed in, his ears only slightly aflame when Dean peered down at him.
Dean chose not to comment on Sam’s sudden burst of shyness, recognizing it for what it was. Sam was trying not to ask for something for himself, afraid of the fact that he couldn’t finish it by himself, or that he couldn’t help Dean buy it. Instead, he nodded. “I think we can manage that,” he said with a slight smile as he pulled the Impala out of her parking spot, leaving the motel room without its guardian now that they were all in the car.
Brother’s Transposed – Chapter 1 – wolfie180g – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
The first chapter for my entry for Brothers Apart contest 🙂
Multi chapter, some angst, wip. Body swap!
Brother’s Transposed – Chapter 1 – wolfie180g – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
It is a tough one to figure out, isn’t it? So far no sign of those Winchesters, so it’s tough to say which set of them might be out there. Whichever it is, I think we can all agree that they need to get on the task of rescuing the poor little guy!
For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, catch up on the sad Oscar storyline here
Cas will be in the stories for sure, it’s just that he’s twisted up in Main Plot things, and so must wait for his time. But he will appear, and a lot of explanations for what has happened to Sam (both brothers in BL and BC) will be given at long last.
Celeste has a plan, and no one will stop her.
(Try not to send in duplicate asks! We will get to them, but unfortunately with full time jobs it’s difficult to answer things as they come in, which is why we schedule the asks to post. A flood of the same question will not make us post it faster.)
Brothers Saved ( 3 of 6 )
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14
After John finished checking Dean, the rest of the drive was silent. The radio was turned off, and the hunter often glanced in his rearview mirror. They took more turns than Sam remembered, and the trip to Bobby’s was over two hours longer than it should have been, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look away from Dean.
At one point, he was worried his hands were growing clammy. He fidgeted in place, until he saw how much each movement was affecting Dean where he lay prone. That was enough to make Sam freeze back up.
As the drive went on and the initial panic and fear began to wear off, Sam grew fascinated by the sight of Dean. Every detail was precise and perfect. If Sam squinted, he could make out a near-microscopic amulet resting on his older brother’s chest. If he stayed like that long enough, he could actually make out the slight motion of Dean’s chest as he breathed in and out in a steady rhythm, as though he was just asleep, no matter that gentle nudges to his shoulder had no effect.
Dean slept on.
When they reached Bobby Singer’s home in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, Sam was bustled out of the car. John grabbed all the remaining supplies that hadn’t been left behind in that motel room during the attack. Sam walked slowly to the front door, each step taken with a cautious gravity and focus that he didn’t normally show. Usually he would have run on ahead, eager to greet Bobby and see what new cars were at the salvage yard out back.
“Hey, Bobby,” John greeted as the door opened. One hand on Sam’s shoulder, he guided his youngest into the house as Bobby stepped back to admit them, picking up John’s mood just from the tone of voice. “We’ve got a problem.”
The reveal of Dean to Bobby went as well as could be expected. His face turned white as he saw where the teenager lay. Sam looked up at him, hopeful that Bobby would give him a reassurance that he knew what was happening, that they would fix Dean and this would all be over and Sam would be back to looking up at his older brother.
Reassurance never came. Sam found himself sitting at the kitchen table with a hotdog left nearby and a puddle of ketchup while John pulled Bobby aside to talk where Sam couldn’t hear them.
Sam caught a few scattered phrases as he sat there, unhappily spearing the hotdog with a fork and wishing someone had thought to put it all on a bun. He didn’t want to risk doing too much so long as Dean was in his hand, and so far he hadn’t thought of a way to put him down.
“–can’t risk him–”
“There’s no way Dean would–”
Sam chewed slowly, every sense in him tuned towards the hall by the kitchen. The voices were hushed and urgent. Things were bad. Bobby was never this upset.
“–never saw this before.”
By the time he finished his food, Bobby came back into the room and the front door slammed shut as John stormed out. Bobby squatted down next to Sam, understanding in his clear blue eyes.
“Sam,” he greeted evenly. “How you holdin’ up?”
“I’m okay,” Sam confirmed. His eyes fell. “But Dean–”
“Don’t you worry about Dean,” Bobby cut Sam off. “We’re going to do everything we can to track that witch down and wring a cure out of her for what she did to him. You know no one can mess with your Dad when he’s on a mission.”
Sam nodded. “He can be scary when he’s on cases.”
“Right, but he’s scary for the monsters, not for us,” Bobby said with a smile. “What we need you to do is keep a close eye on Dean for us. Once I call up some friends of mine, we’re going to head back to Haven. You remember how to shoot a colt?”
Sam’s eyes were wide as Bobby held out a gun. It was older than Dean’s, now resting in Sam’s breast pocket so they didn’t lose it, but there was no doubt in his mind that it would work like new. Bobby knew weapons better than John and Dean together.
“Dean let me shoot his when we had time,” Sam breathed. Bobby let him take the gun and he hurriedly put it on the table.
“It’s for you to use if you need to protect yourself and Dean, and that’s it,” Bobby said. “Watch yourself, alright?”
He mussed Sam’s hair, leaving the young boy alone at the table, staring between the gun and Dean.
“Dean, please wake up and be okay,” Sam said quietly.
Asks and prompts open for this AU! More coming tomorrow!
Brothers Apart 