January 2nd excerpt:
Kneeling down, Sam motioned for Dean to keep watch. The older brother backed against the wall, standing next to where Sam flattened his hand against the ground to let Stan off.
“Be careful,” Sam cautioned in a whisper. “We’ll be right here. If I hear anyone coming, I’ll knock on the wall.”
As time goes on, the prizes change to match the contest.
This year, the seven winners will all have a choice! They can choose to either read a special snippet of a future story (5-8 chapters of a story; meaning if a shorter one is chosen, you’ll get to read the entire story, if a larger one is picked, only a portion) OR you can choose to receive a copy of the paperbound Brothers Apart! The first seven stories, held in your hand! The stories that set off the entire multiverse series!
So, here’s the rundown of what you’ll win:
The Grand Prize winner will also receive a special 2000 word short story, written by @nightmares06 in the Brothers Apart universe from a prompt given by the winner!
The book can ship internationally, so feel free to enter if you are outside of the United States! Just remember that you will have to be comfortable with giving me your mailing address, there is no way around that.
Disclaimer: The winners are not to share the sneak peeks from the stories with anyone not previously approved by @nightmares06 and if they do may be banned from BA at night’s discretion.
Cover Picture by: jessica-rae-3
Cover Spread by: @little-miss-maggie
Hello all followers and fans!
From January 1st, 2018 to March 31st, 2018, there is a contest running for Brothers Apart!
All art mediums are welcome, but the art must be based off of one of the stories within the Brothers Apart Multiverse.
Literature is accepted, so feel free to enter in any story entries you want. The stipulation is if it is a multi-part story, all parts must be up by March 31st.
There are some changes this year in both prizes and rules!
January 1st excerpt:
With the music barely loud enough to be heard, Sam relaxed a little, lifting up his cupped hands to peer inside. “You okay?” he breathed, forming a crack with two fingers that was just big enough to make out Stan’s tiny form huddled inside.
Stan could feel the tension leaving Sam’s hands just before they lifted. The quieter, darker environment he found himself in helped him relax a little, too, and he lowered his hands and picked up his head to find concerned hazel eyes peeking in at him.
He felt heat rising in his neck, and he was grateful for the darkness of the little alcove Sam had made with his hands. Stan was pale by nature, and the slightest blush was obvious in his complexion. Ever since Dean had told him to calm down, he’d been trying to do just that, in the hopes of appeasing him and his brother. He could only hope that such skittish behavior would be forgiven.
For @torchmlp.
They won my Oscar Halloween Contest an age ago and requested a body swap story with Jacob and Sam, set in the Brothers Found AU (created by myself and the wonderful @nightmares06 and you can find more info @brothersapart).
This one is set not long after the first installment of that AU (and well before Jacob in Wonderland … for reasons). Shenanigans are unavoidable with a body swap and these poor dorks have a lot to navigate here. And of course, I had to end it off on the cheesiest note possible.
The night after a hunt was always the toughest part to adjust to. The bone-deep exhaustion clung after finding the latest monster and killing it before it could hurt anyone else. Jacob was glad Sam always convinced Dean to let him stay in the motel room for a night after the fact.
He was new to this. He had a lot to learn, but after reuniting the four-inch-tall Sam Winchester with his brother, Jacob’s eyes were open to the job. They could help people. He could help people.
Like he’d helped Dean get his little brother back after years not knowing he was even alive.
Jacob settled in for the night after a still-terse but friendly acknowledgement of Good work from Dean. The guy was leery of him for accidentally hurting Sam, but they’d come a long way. The bruise on Jacob’s eye had healed up already.
He didn’t have much time to reflect on the hunt before he rolled over with a sigh and dropped off to sleep.
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Waking up after a hunt was tough, but at least Jacob’s aches had already disappeared. He breathed in a sigh and shifted in bed, only to find that he’d managed to tangle his legs in the blankets.
What the hell?
He sat up squinting and reached out to tug the fabric cocoon off, only for his hands to jolt back. As he blinked himself awake, Jacob found himself definitely not in the same place he’d fallen asleep.
There was only one bed, shoved into the corner, and thin, plain blankets had replaced the patterned motel ones. He glanced around and found what could almost be a laundry bag near the bed, next to a pair of leather boots that didn’t look like his. As he observed more of the room, he found that it had no lighting in it whatsoever.
The only lighting came from …
“Oh, no way,” he muttered. The opposite wall wasn’t really a wall. Jacob stared hard at it and the shape of a book, tall enough to flatten a truck, was all he saw there. Monolithic books stacked at the other end of the room and left only one opening out.
There was a dixie cup near that opening that came up to his torso.
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XD Aww. Poor Dean is only misunderstood, he swears!
If Bobby finds out about any of this, he will bop Dean and make him take Jacob right back to his family, and make sure that next time, he doesn’t just go grabbing kids from motels!
Bad, Dean. Bad.
December 31st excerpt:
Stan crouched low in Dean’s hand as it moved, bracing himself through the movement. He couldn’t keep his grip forever, though, especially when the hand tilted beneath him. A yelp died in his throat as he was passed to a new palm.
Sam’s palm.
After Stan sat himself back up, he froze at the sight. He found he had even more room in his new spot, much more than he ever found in Nicholas’ hands. Glancing at his fingers, cupped and bloodstained as they were, wasn’t comforting in the slightest. If Stan thought Dean’s fingers were tall, he was sorely mistaken. There probably wasn’t a single one of Sam’s that Stan could stand a chance at outsizing.
Jessica-Rae-3 sent me the buttons of my characters for christmas! They came out great!
Aw, I love this AU!
We’re a little behind schedule for writing it due to rl things, and ended up tackling a bit of a different story for a bit that was easier to write at the time, but we’ll be getting back into it soon, and once we get moving again, we’ll be able to excerpt it.
For now, I’ll leave you with this:
Protectively pulling Sam half into his lap, Dean parted his frozen lips. He hadn’t talked since Sam dropped unconscious over an hour back, and his voice cracked. “P-please,” Dean pleaded. “Don’t take him.”
John’s heart sank to hear the desperation in the absolutely tiny voice. “I’m not going to,” he promised quietly.
He convinced himself to tear his eyes away, glancing up and down the street. It was dead quiet, no one around at this hour. He was alone with two absolutely tiny kids freezing in the snow.
“Where are your parents?” he asked gently, turning back to Dean. “Are they nearby? Did you get separated?”
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