“Holy shit,” Jacob whispered. He barely needed to glance around to know that Sam’s hand was a lot bigger than Dean’s. Jacob may have been dwarfed in Dean’s palm, but he was even smaller in Sam’s.
For a guy that was normally four inches tall, Sam loomed overhead more than Dean ever could. Warm hazel eyes stared down at him, reflecting back his worry.
“Holy shit, Sam.” Jacob remained sitting on a massive lifeline, certain that he’d just topple over again if he tried to stand. His legs weren’t strong enough.
A noise that didn’t fit in with the rest of the forest sounds reached him, and Bowman sucked in a breath. His ears pricked to the sound of something walking through the foliage, something with enough mass to push aside many of the low bushes that grew throughout the woods.
He thought of deer, gentle, enormous creatures that hopped through the forest on light steps on occasion. They migrated near the village sometimes, but often not for long. A deer wouldn’t be an issue.
Then, he thought a wolf. Not as common as the deer, the hulking canines were still a much fiercer predator than their cousin the fox. Wolves walked on enormous paws and bared teeth the length of a sprite’s arm. Not many sprites could boast the bravery to face one. Bowman only knew of one, and it wasn’t him.
Believe it or not, out of the three writers for this blog, not one of us had ever played or touched Overwatch. I’ve seen art from it drift by my dashboard a time or two, but I know next to nothing about it. If you ever have ideas for the Legend of Zelda, Mario, even Skyrim or Monster hunter, I’m your girl, but otherwise I am a blank slate.
My money’s on Sam getting the hang of the game first.
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“Life isn’t about what’s deserved. Or what’s fair. No, this is about what’s needed. For everyone. If everyone got what they deserved, Dean wouldn’t have been abandoned by his father. You wouldn’t be cursed. And Jakey would be living a normal life with his family.”
They’ve innovated a few different types of weapons for him, including his hook, but this hasn’t occurred to them. Normally they stick to stuff that’s more useful against the monsters they hunt– Silver, iron, salt and such. This kind of thing would be more useful against rodents and people, and Sam’s grown used to his knife for defense.
Bowman grinned, both sheepish and entertained. “Jiria will probably try to bop me for not telling her I was going.” He didn’t sound overly concerned by the statement even as he said it. After all, it was for a very good reason. Besides, if she wanted to bop him, she’d have to catch him first.
“The king of ‘bops’ getting bopped? Unheard off.” Dean laughed as he leaned back. A quick glance to the nightstand revealed Sam and Jacob both out cold and safe on the shirt, letting him relax. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out when you get back. Hopefully it won’t take us too long to get you back to her to tell you what’s what. Everyone wants Jacob back to normal.”
This is a fun thought! I think it’s pretty much universally accepted by us the writers that once one leaves the Lounge, they carry on in their usual AU like they never left, not remembering their time mingling with the other AUs.
That being said, Sherlock would certainly want to do as much science as he can before he leaves the Lounge, as long as he’s allowed the proper equipment. Testing blood samples, comparing and contrasting reactions. I can see him snagging a hair from giant!Jacob to examine closely at such a large scale. Anyone who messes with his science will be scolded! …unless they’re a smol kiddo, in which case he will have absolutely no evens.
If he could think of a way, Sherlock would most definitely try to sneak into other AUs, if only to see how the main characters of that world interact with it and deal with their cases and problems. Whether or not he’d succeed is a different story.
Actually, this is an idea we’ve had floating about since last winter, and I think now’s a good time to reveal the AU! We’ve got a plot planned out (and many, many cutes because it starts off with Weechesters and kiddo Oz), and just gotta get ourselves moving on it!
Even if the brothers aren’t cursed, this still occurs in a Brothers Apart AU, with the lore and characters we all know and love.
Brothers United– By chance, Sam and Dean go to Knights Inn instead of Trails West, and find themselves pushed into a world they never dreamed existed within their own.
He had to admit, these guests were unusual. Two younger humans, one of them a teenager, called the room their temporary home. Oscar hadn’t heard an adult in there since they checked in. For some reason, the two boys were on their own. It was kind of like Oscar, in a small way. They had their routines and they left the room during the days like most humans did. They didn’t have to mutter absently to themselves like Oscar, since they had each other to bicker with.
That wasn’t the difference that emboldened him to sneak into their room, though. Unlike Oscar, these strange young humans had food.
His entrance to this particular room came through a vent low in the wall. He had already waited a long time, watching for a chance. It had come when the older boy, a loud and confident type, had announced he was going to get them some dinner. Oscar wished absently that he could have given his own order just like the younger human kid, but it was imperative that they never know he was there.
If they found out he existed, they could capture him. They could hurt him or keep him trapped, a punishment for sneaking around and trespassing in their room. It never would matter that he was born in the motel. To a human, he was a pest invading on their space.
Despite the worry, he couldn’t ignore what he’d spotted under the table from a different vent. After the older boy took off, leaving the younger one sitting at the table, Oscar had hopped out of the vent and scurried under the dresser. From there, he had a straight shot to the dropped crumbs under the table, leftover from a bag of trail mix. He never even had to put himself in sight of the human, though he was as silent as ever as soon as he emerged from the other side of the dresser.
The human’s foot tapped against the floor absently, and high above him the underside of the table echoed with the scratching of a pencil. Oscar swallowed drily and steeled his nerves. The human was busy. He couldn’t see him and he wouldn’t hear him walking on the carpet fibers. This wasn’t even the first time he’d snuck under the table like this.
The vibration in the floor from the tapping foot was a drumbeat for his nerves. Oscar snatched up a discarded piece of granola, easily half the size of his head. Some days, that was enough for his one meal of the day.
This time, as he stuffed the food into his bag, he had a chance to grab more. A raisin, smaller than most, caught his eye near one of the table legs. He snapped that up, too, and it disappeared into his cloth bag.
He was ready to leave and dive back into the safety of the walls when he spotted it. A splash of color against the drab, faded pattern of the carpet. Oscar’s eyes were wide as he stared at it, and the tremors in the floor fell away for a moment. He’d never, ever seen candy left out before. He knew without a doubt that he was staring at a dropped piece of something more flavorful than he’d ever had in his life.
The only problem was it wasn’t under the table.
He glanced over to the tapping shoe again. The candy was out on the floor, a foot and a half and no farther from the table leg. It was on the side of the table where the human sat in his enormous chair, but so far the other kid hadn’t moved at all.
Did he dare risk it?
This AU is full of cutes! We’ve got a full-sized Sammy and Dean, paired up with the smolest of the smols! Thank @justanothergiant for the wonderful work on the commission, they made the story come to life before it even exists!
Sam went to jump out as it came up next to his beam, almost tripping over himself in his surprise. It was just a mouse. He let out a laugh of relief as it sniffled at his jacket sleeve, bright eyes blinking up at him. “Holy crap, I thought you were a rat.” Sam brushed a hand over the rounded ears. Mice weren’t dangerous to him or Bowman. “You should be more careful. Where’s your family?”
Brothers Apart 