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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.
It’s not that Bobby is necessarily the worst option out there. He has a very bad track record with little guys so far in every story I’ve written him in (beginning with his original canon appearance in Bowman of Wellwood). The guy thinks that being bigger = being in charge. Combine that with seeing his normally 6′5″ friend at such a small size, and there would be a lot of teasing. He’d most likely be a bit too harsh for such a little guy before he stopped to listen.
Sam, being the independent and confident little guy that he is, would probably annoy Bobby a bit (Why isn’t he acting at least a little intimidated???). They’d need Jacob there to keep him focused.
Shadowed in the night, a woman was standing directly behind him. Small, petite, her short brown hair pushed behind her ears to show off sharp blue eyes, she stood no higher than Jacob’s chest. Black fabric was swathed around her arms, keeping them warm from the coming chill in folds of darkness.
“I know you,” she said, taking a step forward. “You’re with the Winchester boys.”
If you have any questions for any of the AU’s or any of the characters, including the ones that belong to @neonthewrite or @borrowedtimeandspace, feel free to send in an ask!
AU’s include (click the link for the story/sneak peeks):
Brothers Apart || Sam was hit with a witch’s curse and found himself separated from his family and only four inches tall.
Brothers Consulted|| After being warned about the residents of 221B, Sam and Dean move in anyway and have a fateful encounter with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Brothers Chosen || Stan gets shipped off and sold in America, and Sam and Dean don’t really expect to find him while they’re on a case…
Brothers Saved || Dean gets hit by the witch’s attack, and Sam saves him at the last second, leaving him with a big brother that fits in his pocket.
Brothers Discovered|| Two brothers escape their captors into the cold streets of London, only to get picked up by an oddly-familiar face…
Brothers Adopted || Sam takes in Jacob as an adopted brother after Jacob is cursed, and teaches him how to survive.
Brothers Divided || Sam is unable to free Jacob after Dean traps the teenager under a vase.
Brothers United|| By chance, Sam and Dean go to Knights Inn instead of Trails West, and find themselves pushed into a world they never dreamed existed within their own.
Brothers Unexpected || Kiddo Sam is caught and adopted by five year old Jake and his family while states away Dean catches Oscar in the Knights Inn.
Brothers Kept|| In a world where borrowers are pets, Sam and Dean were caught and conditioned to be companions. Dean’s long given up hope on leaving the store that has him for sale, but one day, a red-haired agent strolls in and picks him out of the crowd.
Brothers Grounded || Jacob Andris, after his adventures in the Wellwood, stays at a familiar motel and discovers two tiny brothers raiding his stuff.
Brothers Remembered || Dean was cursed as a kid, growing up as a borrower at Trail’s West. He helped another kid cursed just like him, and certainly never expected to see a familiar face staying in one of the rooms.
The AU Lounge|| Welcome to the AU lounge! A place of relaxation conceived and helped designed by all the readers and visitors to the world of Brothers Apart! Stay awhile, kick up your boots, and have some pie!
Suggestions are always welcome, and inspiration comes from all sources! Just look at how far the AU lounge has come since inception!
We are creating our own little multiverse over here!
The BA bros would be amaze to meet Oscar! He’s done so much, surviving on his own that long!
They would certainly offer, since they’re helping so many others relocate at the time. Oscar wouldn’t have to live on his own, and he’d have more of a support system than he does at his current place, where the others live so far apart.
Plus, Sam always can drop in on their friend and make sure he’s doing okay in his new home.
The cutest and dorkiest interactions ever would happen is what. You have the biggest teddy and the tiniest mouse, trying to figure each other out. Honestly, once Jacob figures out how scary he is to such a little guy, he’s completely flop. He’d work so hard to try to get some trust, even just have Oscar talk to him for a while.
From there, he’s got a task of getting Oscar to actually leave the only place he’s ever known. I’m not sure if he would be able to do it in just one visit, but the best selling point he has is the cooking back home. All that warm, hearty food that Jacob’s mom makes would do wonders for little Oscar’s health!
There is actually the beginnings of an AU like this in the works already, with the first story posted over on my writing blog: here
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?”
Just try not to imply that you’re replacing neon’s characters in the stories, she’s sensitive about that subject, no matter how many times we tell her she’s here to stay.
The forest you have sounds like an interesting place! I’d be interested in seeing what you came up with from that story idea!
Brothers Apart 