There is of course, the commission I did for @creatorofuniverses a while back that has the Ghostfacers meeting Walt Watch, which you can find here. Borrower dad is not amused.
What you might not know is they’re already written into one of the AUs in a future story…
“Harry,” Ed said, keeping one hand pressed over the camera bag. “This is it. This is our ticket to the big times. We are going to seize the moment.”
“ ‘Cause tomorrow we might be dead,” Harry repeated back, his mind finally clinging to their motto, what would Buffy do?
“And this is our moment.” Ed shifted in place, and Harry squirreled his way out from the camera case strap so he didn’t pull the bag up off the tiny people trapped under it.
Harry flattened himself on the ground, the EMF reader long since forgotten by his side. One hand was held at the ready. “Okay, little dudes. We’re not gonna hurtcha, we just want to get you out from under that. So… no biting.”
Ed started to tilt the bag up, just enough for Harry to sweep his hand under it, groping for the tiny people hidden underneath.
It is indeed from the ill-fated beginning of the third season of Brothers Apart, For Science!
Bowman rubbed at his eyes and leaned forward, clinging to the bars of his own cage. He frowned out, squinting. It had to be a trick of perspective. It had to be. Bowman’s heart did flips even as he told himself that, because what he was seeing was wrong.
The shaky pool of light emanating from the flashlight Dean held didn’t lie. Bowman just couldn’t understand how this had happened.
“Dean … Dean, why in the Spirit’s Dance does it look like you’re sprite-sized right now?!”
Absolutely! Jacob is one of three musketeers, more or less. He will have to see his buddies, no matter how big they are to him. I have a little sneak peek of the first time he saw Chase after being shrunk down.
“Hey, Mrs. Andris,” a voice greeted somewhere in the house. From a distance, it almost sounded normal. Jacob watched the archway with a fluttering heart as his mother greeted Chase in turn.
More footsteps. Jacob stood up as straight as he could, and the room loomed all around him. As they approached, his mother’s voice, so much bigger than it used to be, explained the plan for the night. “Jacob’s just in here. You two can hang out, catch up and all … I already ordered some food for later so we can all have some dinner. Just remember to keep your voice down.”
Jacob’s face blushed fire as the last comment came out, but soon he could only focus on the two giant figures that appeared in the archway. His mom and Chase both were not especially tall people. Chase was holding steady at five foot three, and his mom was around the same.
Jacob shuddered despite knowing he could trust both of them. As soon as their eyes were on him, he was spotted by giants.
Chase Lisong, a Chinese boy with a charismatic demeanor and a constant Cheshire-Cat attitude, grinned as soon as he saw Jacob standing on the table. “Hey, dude, long time no see!” he greeted, stepping right up to the table. Jacob had to tilt his head back as Chase came closer, and then he had to brace himself as the much larger person pulled out a chair and sat down, sending an earthquake under his shoes.
People were so much faster than Jacob now. He couldn’t hope to keep up.
But at least his friend had given him a normal greeting. Out of all the shit-talking Jacob expected, Chase acted like nothing was different.
(I believe the sneak peek we’re talking about is this one, if anyone missed it)
The story involved is certainly a convoluted one, but fear not! There will be interactions with regular-sized people for our poor smol Dean! There’s just too much material for our poor hunters, so size shenanigans will be happening to them (in multiple AUs…)
Take a peek at this teeny bit from where Dean gets a glance at some of Sam’s normal world!
For a moment, the importance of Jacob opening his car didn’t occur to Dean. Then, he remembered what he had in his pocket and he gave Sam and Jacob a flat look, pulling out his keys.
“Really?” Dean asked as he jingled them. “You… broke… into… my car.”
Sam affected an innocent look. “It’s my car, too!” he said, his hands up in surrender. “I just… got Jacob in using the panic room. And you’re the one that taught me how to hotwire!”
There might not be anything currently planned in BA with these three, but that’s not the only AU around, and Kara will certainly be showing up in the future to be cute with her Dean!
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Before he could step up, Kara darted past both of the men. “You forgot your hook, mister!” she called to Dean, prying it from the edge and brandishing it at him.
Dean waved at her. “How ‘bout you hang onto that for me?” he called back. “Just be sure to take good care of it.”
My husband is recovering and things are currently calm on the surgery/medical front. thank GOD
I know I still have commissions to finish! Now that it’s getting less crazy, I’ll have time to work on them. I have a few days off next week for a mini-vacation, and a lot of it I want to spend writing when I’m not sleeping off the stress. Once those last few get finished, I may reopen commissions again! Last time I opened them, about three days later everything went to hell. Last year I lost four family members within like six months, had to replace my car early this year, and the new one is STILL not working perfectly, and my husband had multiple surgeries. I need a long week of sleep.
We’ve got quite a few more stories waiting in the wings, and I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks! Thanks so much for coming along with us!
And the winning story, with 51 out of the possible 100 votes, is…
Bigfoot’s a Hoax!
Out in the natural beauty of the Sylvan Lake State Park, a camper’s gone missing and is presumed dead at the same time as rumors about a honest to god giant appearing in the forest to stalk hikers and hunters crop up. Sam and Dean will need to unravel the mystery and keep their wits about them to solve this case.
Our first collab featuring the canon Supernatural Sam and Dean Winchester, clashing with the world’s largest teddy teenager! From extra smol to extra tol, Jacob gets no breaks.
Sneak Peek:
By silent agreement, both brothers crept forward, keeping an eye on the strange sights around them. Dean hopped into a deep depression in the ground, almost slipping on a hidden mudbank. Sam glanced to the side and saw that a tiny stream trickled through the underbrush.
It ended at the depression, and as Sam looked behind them, it restarted. Sam grabbed Dean’s jacket, hauling him out and pointing. Dean sucked in a gasp, spotting the familiar mark of a gigantic boot in the soft ground.
“Crap.”
“C’mon, let’s go.”
This time, Dean took point as they edged to the clearing. Once they got there, Dean froze again in disbelief.
“Bigger guns my ass,” he said weakly, reaching behind his jacket to pull out his colt. “We might need the damn military.”
The boots that made the huge print in the ground were planted in the earth across the clearing, weighed down by their truly colossal owner. Even crouched, the creature loomed well overhead, and some of the smaller trees in the forest would be cast in that shadow.
The giant, if it stood, would reach a lofty 120 feet, at least.
Its dirty clothes were worn and those car-sized boots caked in enough mud that entire small tree branches could be seen stuck to the side of the huge sole. One light step for the monster would prove devastating to either brother, and the giant might never even know it had successfully taken out a hunter.
Massive lungs hidden within that muscular torso drew in and released breaths, the source of the breeze Sam heard. The trees nearest the giant all waved their branches from the air.
Before more of a plan could be made or more details assessed, that breathing paused, and the giant lifted its huge head. As if in slow motion, it turned to look over its shoulder for the source of the disturbance in whatever it was doing. One of its massive hands came into view and braced against one bent knee, and it was a startling realization to note that each finger was the size of a person.
The brothers were outsized by fingers.
Then, the face angled towards them, and eyes the size of their heads locked on them.
Dean’s not the type to go out and buy fruit he doesn’t need, so this probably isn’t something you’ll find with the Winchester pair even if it occurred to them to freeze food. It is, however, something that John Watson thought of, though he didn’t pick a grape when he found an ice pack he could use for his extra-smol patients:
John went to the freezer for a cold pack. After what Sam had gone through with the ice packs for his bruises, the doctor spent one of his days off scouring the internet for friendlier, less messy alternatives to ice. After finding something surprising, John went out and bought a bag of mini marshmallows to keep in the freezer. Apparently they absorbed the cold really well, and since they were soft they were easier to apply to sore or achy spots on the body. Dean wouldn’t have to deal with the wetness of melting ice, and he’d have something sweet to nibble on later if he liked.
As strange as it was, it was a better option, theoretically.
Tearing open the plastic bag, John fished one marshmallow out and quickly placed it in front of Dean before the heat from his fingers could pass into it. “Cold pack,” he explained, fishing around a drawer for a fastener to keep the bag shut when he put it away.
Dean pushed himself up with a grunt, dubiously eyeing the offerings left next to him. “Marshmallow?” he questioned, picking it up. With a mental shrug, he held it to his forehead. “Oh, that hits the spot,” he declared, propping his elbow on his knee so he could stay sitting up.
Since the title was guessed a bit ago, the sneak peek for M&Ms and Lucky Charms has arrived!
Before Sam could try thinking of another method, the door barged open. Jumping slightly in place, he curled his hands protectively around the tiny balled-up kid he’d found, and saw Dean sauntering back in.
“Got some grub,” Dean said, walking past Sam and tossing a package of bread on the table, followed by peanut butter and jelly from his jacket pockets. Last, he pulled out some peanut M&Ms from his back pocket and grinned proudly. “Even remembered the chocolate.”
Sam didn’t react to the food, just watching Dean over his shoulder, still sitting on the ground facing the dresser from catching the tiny kid and wondering how he was going to break this one for Dean.
Naturally, this immediately alerted Dean to the fact that something was off in Sam-land, and he narrowed his eyes at Sam.
“What? No grabbing for the M&Ms?” Dean asked suspiciously. “Whatcha doing down there, anyway?” He stepped closer to Sam, his eyes falling on the cupped hands. “What did you find?” he demanded, squatting down next to Sam. “You know what Dad says about keeping pets!” He went to grab for Sam’s wrist.
Oscar, in all the excitement of being swept off the floor, had forgotten about the other human. How he could forget about the second tenant in the room, he didn’t know. He hadn’t even considered him when thinking about running out in the open for that candy. There was a chance that he’d have been caught by the other kid instead.
The older human was loud. Oscar squeezed his eyes shut as he came nearer, and wished he could curl up into an even tinier ball so he might go unnoticed.
It was no use. He was trapped in the younger human’s hands anyway.
He peeked one eye open to chance a look past his arms, and sucked in a gasp. Another hand, bigger than the ones that held him, was fast approaching. It could snatch him up even faster, and this human might grab him too hard.
He yelped, kicking out to push as far as he could into the curve of his current captor’s fingers. More tears burst out of his eyes and his head hurt from all the pressure, but Oscar couldn’t help it. He waved his hands in front of himself weakly, as if they’d be some defense, and then the moment was over and he was curled up again in his ball of fear.
The cry of fear from in Sam’s hands galvanized him into action, and he squirmed away from Dean’s reaching hand. “No!” he cried out, protesting his older brother’s grab. He twisted out of reach, keeping his hands shut tight around the kid. “You’ll hurt him! I promised!”
There was a moment of silence, and Sam looked over his shoulder to see Dean frozen. “Sam,” Dean said slowly, his eyebrows pinching in concern. “What do you have in your hands?”
We were going to keep it a secret as long as possible… That 22-year-old, young and bright-eyed hunter that broke into Jacob’s house and kidnapped him… is the one and only Dean Winchester!
“Was it something I said?”
Undeterred by Jacob’s refusal to respond, Dean crept closer to the edge of the dresser, beginning to size it up to estimate if he could just reach under and grab the kid out. The space under the furniture wasn’t much, and he wasn’t sure how far his arm would reach before getting stuck.
Keeping the light on Jacob and his head sideways against the ground, Dean gave the kid a grin in an attempt to win him over. “C’mon, I just wanna talk to ya!”
Jacob didn’t believe that for a second. He took another step back, feeling crowded in even more as the guy moved closer to the edge. He could only see half of the man’s face, and it was still overwhelming. There was too much confidence in that half-smirk he could see.
It’s time for the sneak peek earned earlier last week for our upcoming debut of Brothers Kept! Starring Stan and his new borrower, A Friend in Need is coming soon!
Under the watchful eye of Dean’s new owner, Dean tried to dodge the girl’s grab out of instinct. The sight of those hands descending sent his pulse skyrocketing.
There was no use in dodging. He stood a very slight 3.82 inches tall, as his records listed, and under 14 ounces. There was no way for him to fight back against even a single wisp of a girl.
The fingers closed in, expertly pinching around his chest to prevent him from running off. The ring finger and pinky curled around his stomach and waist, and he was left with only his legs dangling free, both arms sealed to his sides.
Dean struggled, his face going white as she plucked him up out of the cage and he saw the yawning abyss stretching out under his feet. Probably no more than two feet up in the air, low enough down to have to look up at everyone, but more than ample a height for Dean to be severely injured if her grip slackened. She could even claim it was an accident if she hated him enough.
The box appeared underneath, and those thoughts vanished as Dean was dropped inside, hitting the ground with a small cry of pain he tried to stifle. He leapt to his feet but was too late to try and get out as the darkness over his head sealed him in, blocking out all light except the four slim slits cut into the box for air, one on each side.
Stan somehow managed to turn his grimace into a friendly smile when the attendant stood and handed him the tiny box. He had to remind his stiff arm to relax enough to take it from her.
“If you’ll be needing supplies, you’ll find we have a wide selection of just about everything to take care of the little things. Plenty of nutrients in the food brands we carry, and state-of-the-art–,”
“Actually,” Stan interrupted her again, hoping he looked less green than he felt, “I just remembered, I’ve got frozen goods in the boot, I really should hurry home. But I’ll take care of it soon!"
Flashing her a grin, Stan tucked the box against his middle and headed out of the store before he could be physically ill. He paid no heed to her startled "Take care!” after him.
Artwork and inspiration for the story all from @wolfie180g!
Brothers Apart 