October 4th excerpt: 

Jacob noticed the pressure of teeny hands on his face at last. His brow furrowed and he flinched away, startled awake at last. Leaves and grass rustled underneath his movements.

One hand rushed in to scoop up the source of his waking, to keep Bowman out of the way while his other hand propped him up. Jacob didn’t want to accidentally knock the little guy over. Most people might just swat at a feeling like that, but Jacob had gotten used to it. If he was out in the forest, he wouldn’t swat at an unknown tickle until he was sure it wasn’t a sprite.

When he was sitting up and blinking the sleep away, Jacob finally registered a couple things about the squirming shape in his hand. Brown hair instead of green, pale skin instead of brown… no wings. Oh…

October 3rd excerpt: 

Jacob had always been something of an outsider in the village, owing to his huge size compared to its leafy-winged residents. It was strange to stand by and watch another human leaning so close to one of the home trees.

It was like getting an outside view of how strange he looked among the village.

He was a bit jealous that Sam, by contrast, fit in so well that he could walk right into that house. The most Jacob could manage would be to poke a few fingers through a window at the most. He and Dean wouldn’t be able to fit their hands through the doors.

“Think fast!”

Oscar would try to flail out of the way but balloons are too big to avoid. Then there’s the matter of static. His little hands might stick to it even as he falls over with a balloon on him. Dean would find Oscar with his hair all staticky and even poofier than normal.

Lucky for Oz he’s not small enough to get completely stuck to it. 

COM – What the Hell

nightmares06:

Commission for @torchmlp​!

Torch requested a whole new AU where Sam and Dean discover a shocking surprise– Sam’s a sizeshifter!

New Sizeshifter!Sam AU

Word count: 1588

Warnings: Minor character death

Commissions are open!


Following Dean’s gesture, Sam took the right and Dean went left, both scoping out the downstairs of the house they were in.

This abandoned house was marked on their map as the most likely location of a lone werewolf’s lair. Each missing person in town over the last few months had gone missing within a mile radius, no one remembered anyone coming or going from this house but reports of the lights on at odd hours had come into the police station, and, most important, the missing person’s reports all came in during the full moon.

Werewolf.

In. Out.

Simple.

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October 2nd excerpt: 

There was a small smile lurking at the edge of Dean’s mouth as he watched everyone file onto his hand, heartened by the trust they had in him. “Dean express, heading out,” he said, the joking tone almost alien to the emotions he’d battled with during the last day.

The second hand came over to cup around the edge of the first, guarding the three people from the drop that formed as he went to stand. Bowman might complain, but Sam didn’t have wings like the others to catch himself if he slipped.