I feel bad for any tiny Jacob running into a full-sized Sam and Dean, especially if they know nothing of smols just yet. That poor, poor kid. Getting questioned to find out where he’s from and why he’s like that, running tests to see if he’s possessed or a fae… he’ll have a hard time altogether.
Imagine his increasing confusion as these guys throw salt at him, then holy water, and then boop him with iron and silver. What exactly could these humans have planned? The little guys always hear these scary stories about cages and poison and stuff like that. Iron and salt, though, that’s new territory. What great luck to be caught by crazy people.
“You bitch!” he yelled, striking heedlessly out. He didn’t care if he had no weapon that would work against her. It didn’t even matter how his arm throbbed in pain. All that mattered was the way he wanted to feel her hot blood covering his hands as he ripped her throat out.
With a bit to put in before I unchain the queen of the salt flats to answer, remember that this is Oscar’s story more than Sam and Dean’s. He’s been waiting over a decade to tell his tale, and it was purposely edited to have his part after the bros. Those two parts were written in tandem by the two of us.
Taking one chapter to fill in the background isn’t asking a lot when it comes to character development, especially when two chapters post a week.
Neon here, AKA the person who wrote the new, not-going-anywhere Oscar’s POV chapter of the story ( Deviantart | AO3 | Fanfiction ). Hi. Howareya.
There’s so many things to unravel here about this ask, and to be perfectly honest (and trim out some of my initial knee-jerk reaction to it), it leaves a very bad taste in my mouth. I understand that it may not have been intended to be as rude as it turned out to be, internet etc. tone and voice etc. etc. It’s wonderful that you’re so excited for the next chapter! But there are ways to word things in a respectful manner that doesn’t stomp all over someone’s hard work, and I urge you to remember this next time.
There is a difference between “not moving the immediate timeline forward” and “not going anywhere.” Stories don’t need to be all linear, and in fact literature might have died a very boring and unassuming death long ago had they all been restricted to that style. Catching the reader up on another side of an event is one of the older tricks in the book. So, my second bit of free advice is to find your chill and try to enjoy the ride.
Next up, this story is not in any rush to the finish line. It’s clearly a character driven piece. Never was promised to be anything else; the whole AU is more character driven. Just look at the original story; there was never a deadline for its (fantastically tragic, if I may brag on our storytelling for a moment) ending. It came when it was time.
So, as someone who is very proud of how far my character and the characters of my writing partner have come after years of waiting (in-story AND in real life), I have to say nope, nada, never, to this ask. If you’re not here for Oscar’s development alongside the others, then ….
Stan is definitely a huge sweetheart! Dean had no idea what he was doing when he immediately started chatting up Stan the first time they encountered each other, with Sherlock only able to watch as his smol charmed the new tol.
He’s a cutie and we can’t stop coming up with ideas for him! Protect him
Bowman crouched down on the railing to watch the world go by. Without thinking, his hands dropped to the surface beneath him and brushed over the pronounced grain of the dead wood. The railing came from a tree that had long since died for the humans to build their dwellings. It was so different from the way the sprites used trees.
Back home, tucked away in the very center of Wellwood, his home, the village nestled on a stand of pine trees. Each home was shaped out of the wood itself, often with the trunk as support and propped up on a branch. Everything smelled of pine, strong and alive, and the wood grain wasn’t just a side effect. It was part of home and safety.
Sam’s learned to ignore it as best he can. He doesn’t want to go making Dean self-conscious with something they can’t help, and if Dean’s driving while he eats a quick bite, Sam wouldn’t want to be down on the seat of the car. Too unsafe for a guy too small for a guy who can’t wear a seatbelt.
Completely forced ignorance from Sam, knowing he’s not in any danger whatsoever. Occasionally losing his appetite.
“Some days I wonder if it’s worth the effort to curse you like little Sammy here. You’d get none of the benefits, but then… you’re just a thorn in my side to begin with. A tiny, insignificant thorn.”
Part of Dean turned to stone at the implied threat, the other part… “You said it only works on children,” he said flatly.
“Oh, I say… a lot of things,” she said teasingly, turning her back on him and dismissing him as a threat. She walked back towards the table.
Brothers Apart 