If anyone ever wants to write or draw their characters in, we welcome them! We just only write our own characters, since they’re the ones we understand the best.
Not only do we have both tiny Sherlock and tiny John in future AUs, we also have their knacks all planned out and charted!
Trust us when we say you’re not going to want to miss the BA version of pocket!lock!
Have a peek at one that’s in development:
Faster than Sherlock could ever hope to be, the human stepped into the kitchen in time for the tiny man to shoot to his feet.
Doctor John Watson spotted him right away, and he and Sherlock froze.
Silent.
Staring at each other.
Sherlock snapped out of it first, heart pounding as he sprinted for the edge of the table.
“He-hey! Wait!” John cried. Sherlock flinched as the human’s voice bombarded the silence of the room and rumbled through Sherlock’s very being. Then the table beneath his running feet began to shake, and Sherlock threw a glance over his shoulder to find John coming closer, his free hand raised placatingly.
All Sherlock saw was hands. Dangerous appendages built for grabbing, lifting, crushing– the most unpredictable part of the human body. Sherlock was decidedly against having anything to do with them and, in his panic, did the only thing he could think to do.
Dean gets himself shrunk, sams trying his best to find a cure, but one can only get so far with their sibling constantly chatting their ear off *facepalm*
Once he was in place, Dean shooed Stan off. “Now got get him so we can get this thing started.”
Stan just barely contained a chuckle to see Dean waving him off from his perch, still working out the boundaries there and not wanting to come off as patronizing. With a cheeky salute, he did as he was told and headed downstairs.
Gently scooping Dean off his shoulder, Stan gave a small smirk and asked, “Where to, Mr. Winchester?” He didn’t want to assume where Dean would prefer to be to start out.
Stan absolutely is! He’s the most polite Brit, and he’ll always offer a cuppa!
But I think this time, calling Dean such a formal name might be somewhat of an inside joke between them, considering how they first met.
Bonus excerpt:
“Mr. Holmes,” the man greeted. Sherlock hummed to himself, noting the distinct lack of an Irish dialect.
The man’s brow shot up when he caught sight of the tiny figure contrasting the deep blue folds of Sherlock’s scarf.
“And… Mr. Winchester?” he guessed at length.
Dean straightened in place, letting the scarf fall down from his shoulders so more of him could be seen. “Mister Winchester is my dad,” he corrected, his voice level and even to avoid betraying any nerves. “You can call me Dean.”
For these AUs (this isn’t at all an ability in canon Supernatural), all archangels share the same awareness of other timelines, some stronger than others.
Gabriel is one of the ones that has a sharp awareness of other timelines, because he likes to dabble in alternate realities on the side (The Lounge in BA, Changing Channels and Mystery Spot on Supernatural).
He will show up in other, future stories. He better just watch out if anyone recognizes the bartender in the Lounge!
Gently scooping Dean off his shoulder, Stan gave a small smirk and asked, “Where to, Mr. Winchester?” He didn’t want to assume where Dean would prefer to be to start out.
Brothers Apart 