Fun ideas! Eotm has not yet been guessed yet, and neither has fs. These two are going to be twisting everyone up something special. They’re very unique names. One is based on the lyrics from a song that no one but @nightmares06 seem to listen to, and the second is what fit the story best… so it’s not something we even have any clues for.
Emperor of the mice is particularly great XD Oscar could be this. And Elegance of the Moose is made for Sam.
I love all these ideas, but we’re not quite there yet!
Known Abilities: Trained as an Army doctor at St. Bart’s Hospital, John can break every bone in your body while naming them. His combat training is sharp, his reflexes quick, and he’s an expert marksman. Knows Morse code, and won’t hesitate to pull rank if he needs to (Captain John Watson does have a nice ring to it).
Background: After a three year tour in Afghanistan, John returned to London and soon met the mysterious Sherlock Holmes, who seemed to know everything about him. He was drawn in by curiosity and the detective’s promise of danger, and soon they were an inseparable pair.
As pointed out by Mycroft Holmes, John is an adrenaline junkie and misses the fast-paced action of war, but he has a heart of gold and can’t sit idly by while people need help. He’s well-settled with his action-packed life with Sherlock, and adding on a pair of Winchesters will only increase the drama.
Quotes: Christ, send the man a ruddy email and let me sleep!
Despite knowing it was rude to stare, Jacob kept his eyes on Sam’s progress until the small form disappeared into the opening. Once he was out of sight, it was like he’d never been there. Jacob pushed himself up and brushed off his hands, marveling at what he’d just seen. If he were to look under the car again, he would almost miss that little opening.
Cars weren’t supposed to have tiny entrances like that, but it wasn’t the first surprise he’d gotten from the brothers. It wasn’t even the strangest surprise. Jacob returned to his feet and made his way to the driver door, peeking in the windows and wondering if he’d catch sight of Sam walking around in there.
Oh man! XD I can’t imagine how unimpressed with this idea Jacob would be once Dean popped up with it with that shit-eating grin on his face. Those little swords were great when making sets as a kid, but when he’s small enough to use one for a weapon… not cool, Dean. Not cool.
Having a cup his size to drink out of might be cool, but could it outweigh the groans of exasperation for those little swords? Who even knows. Poor Jacob would rather no one give Dean these ideas, please.
Known Abilities: Heightened powers of observation and deduction. Stores memories, factoids, and any possibly useful information in a “mind palace”. Moderately versed in defensive combat (as well as most subjects and practices he finds useful). Has a degree in Chemistry, which he utilizes forensically, and plays the violin skillfully when he’s thinking.
Background: Sherlock’s path to becoming the world’s only consulting detective began when he was a schoolchild, kicking up a fuss about the death of Carl Powers, later revealed to be a murder. Later on, his unusual skills in deduction and observation married to his degree in chemistry and his morbid fascination with the human body and its weaknesses made him the ideal candidate to be consulted by the police for particularly baffling cases.
He thinks logically and understands humanity to the point that he grasps patterns in their behavior, but he is clueless on an individual, social basis. He effortlessly, usually unintentionally, infuriates people and declares himself a high-functioning sociopath, though his is mostly to stave off the insinuation that he’s a psychopath.
Jacob jolted at the sight of that mean-looking little fishhook soaring into the air. His lips parted and he lowered his head so he could see the underbelly of the car easier. To his astonishment, the hook caught on a small, nondescript opening in the metal, and the line pulled taut in Sam’s grip.
Holy shit, Jacob thought, an amazed smile sneaking onto his face. He couldn’t help it. That was badass.
While Sam scurried up the climbing line like it was as easy as breathing, Jacob watched in awed silence. Bowman would never be able to do something like that. He had enough trouble climbing on the fabric of Jacob’s hoodie and had to be rescued if he fell into the hood itself. Jacob doubted Sam would have the same trouble with it.
Pfft. From what I know of those poor Winchesters, they wouldn’t be able to communicate much with Bowman … aside from blinking Morse code at him. Which he doesn’t understand. So he’d have a couple of blinking lights following him around.
Chibi commission for @neonthebright!! I had some fun with the sparkles.
a little too much fun.
I figured since Jacob was supposed to be a younger teen here, his hair wouldn’t be as… Swoosh. If there’s anything you need changed/tweaked, let me know!
Sam directed Jacob on where to lower him down, pointing out the ground directly next to the rear driver’s side tire. That would put him closest to his panic room entrance and shorten the journey.
From down on the ground next to the tire, Sam saw a rare perspective of the Impala– his home. She loomed overhead, all shadows underneath and chrome overhead throwing the sunlight back at Jacob. It could have been an intimidating scene, the ceiling over Sam’s head a confusing landscape of car parts that only Dean knew how to navigate, but instead Sam felt safe here. The Impala was as much his as it was Dean’s, as Dean would insist whenever he was working on her.
Sam turned back to Jacob. “I’m going to open the door on the driver’s side to let you in, okay?” he said seriously. “It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll get there.”
Brothers Apart 