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Bittersweet Parting
You guessed it, and the sneak peek is here! Welcome to what will become the last story in season two of Brothers Apart!
Dean stepped up to the door, one huge hand raising up to knock. The hollow sound reverberated around Walt, more powerful than he could manage if he hit the door with all his might.
The sound died off, leaving them alone with the crickets chirping in the grass and Rumsfeld whining from by Dean’s side. The Rottweiler wagged his tail when Walt peered off the edge, prancing in place at the sight of the smaller people sitting up on Dean’s shoulder.
A distant “Come in!” made its way to where they stood, and Sam and Dean both frowned in unison, a silent look passing between them.
“What is it?” Walt asked warily, disliking the way the air filled with tension.
“Might be nothing,” Dean muttered, his voice staying low for them.
“Might be something,” Sam interjected, one hand tight on Dean’s collar while the other rested against his brother’s neck. “Bobby always answers the door. He doesn’t trust people in his house.”
“With good reason.”
By some silent accord the brothers had, Dean pushed open the door and Sam hunkered down, pulling Walt down with him.
For a man who stood near nineteen times Walt’s height, Dean’s footsteps were light and carefully placed to avoid the creak of wood. He knew this house close to as well as he knew the Impala, using that knowledge to stalk towards where the voice had come from.
Dean reached the doorway, and went rigid before Walt could see what he was looking at.
Sam gasped, his hands falling away from Dean and Walt. Walt felt his body fill with tension all over again at the sight of the men in the room.
“Boys,” John Winchester greeted, sitting across the desk from where Bobby sat.
All surprise and shock aside, everyone heard Walt’s voice suddenly cut across the thick silence that padded John’s greeting.
“It’s you,” Walt breathed, his eyes locked on Bobby Singer.
The time for questions to be answered has come! Don’t miss Bittersweet Parting!
Don’t be mean Jacob
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July 26th excerpt:
Outside the cabin, the peaceful night had turned. A storm was coming.
Trees shuddered under the sudden gusts of wind. The tall branches bowed under the power, and raindrops glistened against the vibrant green leaves. Full summer had come to the forest, but with it a storm that no newscaster had predicted. A roar sounded against the cabin’s walls as a blast of pure power surged by, debris caught listlessly in the relentless force.
A bolt of lightning arced through the sky, sending sparks in all directions. The clouds lit up, foreboding for all that they weren’t there just ten minutes before.
With that bolt of lightning, something had changed.
As the peal of thunder rocked the cabin, something crashed into the roof and rolled off into the underbrush.
XD Eat of the Moment is great, what a play on words. I feel bad for whatever smol ends up in that kind of story.
All such good names! Eclipse of the Moon comes to mind now, a great name for a story with a dark ritual. I’m getting such good ideas from these.
Eotm is exact lyrics from a song, no play on words this time.
Even more inconvenient scenario: Sam also gets sunburn, so the pocket stings like a bitch when it rubs against his arms.
Sam starts jabbing Dean in the chest and they both end up using an entire container of aloe vera the next day and Dean bitches about how it hurts to go back in the sun.
Sam nicknames him a vampire until the end of their sunburn trial.
July 25th excerpt:
The magic slammed into him, and even those thoughts fled his mind.
The pain of a thousand needles began to prickle at his skin, each bone turned into a sharp blade with pushed against his body. Here Dean gave in and groaned, trying to push himself up, trying to get away. The pain doubled, and redoubled, and he realized something was changing.
The room was smaller.
I appreciate this a lot! Like I said, it is so good to know that people are excited for more chapters, because it means the story is doing something right! We want people to have as much fun as we do with them. Just remember that we all work very hard on these stories, and there’s no need to be dismissive of one chapter in favor of the next just because it doesn’t contain the event you’re looking for.
To be perfectly honest, we’re probably just as excited to see the reaction when the time comes in most cases.
Bowman Lost Excerpt
When he didn’t get an answer, he tugged harder on the harness. Bowman stumbled backwards in surprise, and one foot landed on air as he reached the edge of the railing.
When he’d learned how to fly, Bowman had moved on to learning all kinds of aerial tricks and acrobatics. He practiced every day, even when he should have been practicing his Prayers more. He gave up finesse with the Earth Spirit’s magic to soar through the air instead. Bowman’s dexterity in flight improved every day from then on.
One of the tricks he’d perfected was correcting a freefall in barely more than an instant. After falling backwards off the railing, his body twisted around almost as though on instinct.
It’s not from the lyrics of a MUSE song, but… It is from the lyrics of one of my favorite songs!
It’s older but not too old, and always gives me g/t feels despite not being a g/t song. Most people don’t seem to listen to the same things as me, but I’ve won a few people over to this song.
Brothers Apart 