The blog is getting bigger all the time! I decided to create a master list of all the prompts that I have answered since the blog began. If you want to see more things added to this list, you can head on over to my inbox and drop me a prompt!
Human Music ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing reacts to human music
A Chance Encounter ( 1 / 2 ) –
“Please don’t be afraid of me. I’m not dangerous, I’m just big.” with Jacob Andris
Jacob Got Taller ( x ) –
“How tall would you say you are now?” with Bowman Leafwing and Jacob Andris
An Appreciation for the Sun ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 ) – Fanfiction/collab prompt with Rischa Songbird and Castiel, angel of the lord (Supernatural fanfiction with @nightmares06 )
Untitled Snippet ( x ) – A prompt I got from a book
Oscar Meets Jacob ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 ) – Jacob Andris finds an unexpected little friend in his motel room while on a road trip.
Watching the World Go By ( x ) – Jacob Andris one-word prompt, “Rain”
Doing Good, Kiddo? ( x ) – Jacob Andris one-word prompt, “Fragile”
A Cause for Celebration ( x ) – Oscar one-word prompt, “Halloween”
Stargazing ( x ) – Oscar one-word prompt, “Stars”
At Night ( x ) – Colfax Hammond one-word prompt, “Fragile”
Glow ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing one-word prompt, “Moon”
A Friendly Neighborhood ( x ) – Jacob Andris one-word prompt, “Ice Cream”
Keeping Warm ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing one-word prompt, “Snow”
Just a Little Lost ( x ) – Colfax Hammond one-word prompt, “Lost”
No Harm in Wishing ( x ) – Adrian Kennet one-word prompt, “Wish”
R & R ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing and Jacob Andris one-word prompt, “Sleeping”
Singing to Herself ( x ) – Rischa Songbird one-word prompt, “Rainbow”
Umbrella ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing and Jacob Andris one-word prompt, “Hands”
Lighting the Way ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing one-word prompt, “Lantern”
Wakeup Call ( x ) – Jacob Andris one-word prompt, “Startle”
Better than Expected ( x ) – Colfax Hammond one-word prompt, “Possession”
It Just Takes One ( x ) – Oscar one-word prompt, “Please”
Almost ( x ) – Oscar one-word prompt, “Almost”
It Followed Him Home ( x ) – Oscar one-word prompt, “Cling”
Breakfast of Champions ( x ) – Oscar and Dean Winchester one-word prompt, “Cling”
Don’t Trust a Leafwing ( x ) – Bowman Leafwing and Jacob Andris prompt “Mischief Managed”
A New Doll ( x ) – Oscar one-word prompt, “Possession”
A Song of Awakening ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 ) – Elias Dawn and Eral the Arbor Pixie one-word prompt, “Stars”
Bowman Lost Excerpt
Deep in the woods, past the designated campgrounds, the forest was serene, all but glowing with verdant life. Birds sang to each other and fluttered their wings in mock chases. Squirrels, fat from campers always feeding them, spiraled around rough trunks of oak trees or curled up in the smooth branches of birch. Ferns and foliage carpeted the ground, broken up by narrow deer trails that meandered like arteries in the greater living thing that the forest truly was. Golden sunshine lit up motes of pollen floating lazily in the air.
Among the peaceful scene, grunts of pain and discomfort barely broke into the tranquil sound. A voice smaller than the chatters of a squirrel muttered something, and then huffed in frustration. Its source hung from a tree branch, suspended in a net of thin, earthy-colored ropes.
If Sam was to do the entire motel, it could easily take a month or more if he wanted to cover every possible place that littles could be. For his purposes, he will stick close to Dean’s room and look at the closest hallways. He’s checking for signs that anyone lives at the motel; small bootprints, signs that the inner wall has been modified to be more accessible, stuff like that.
He won’t ask to stay in a motel after their hunt is done unless he finds trace of his people.
(originally sent to @nightmares06)
Brothers Saved: A Midnight Snack (4 of 4)
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14; occurs directly after Brothers Saved 2
The food finished quickly, and Sam once again found himself stretching to reach one of the pot holders Bobby kept by the sink. Dean stepped back on the table, closer to the center as Sam moved about the room, still adjusting to the sight of a giant like that.
“Ha!” Sam finally snagged the pot holder, snatching it from the wall. “Stupid thing.”
He was going to need to either grow a few inches or invest in a stool to reach stuff around the kitchen.
“You show ‘em, Sammy!”
With Dean cheering him on, Sam flushed red at the praise as he got a solid hold on the pot of boiling water, tipping it into a colander that was sitting in the sink, waiting for the hot dogs.
Five minutes later, Sam made it back over to the table in triumph with two plates and a bottle of ketchup. The first meal he’d done by himself.
Dean stepped over to the plate with one hotdog at the same time as Sam realized he’d forgotten one thing.
How was Dean going to eat a hotdog that was twice as tall as he was?
Dean was one step ahead of him. “Awesome!” he said, sitting on the lip of the plate and spearing the thick meat with a knife. “Mind giving me some ketchup?”
Sam obediently poured out a dollop of ketchup a few inches away from Dean, watching as his older brother sliced into the hotdog and quickly portioned it into pieces that Sam could barely see.
Sam was riveted watching Dean move. Such tiny, delicate movements that he’d miss if he looked away.
As such, it wasn’t until Dean had begun eating that Sam started on his own, using his fork to cut pieces off. There were no hotdog buns in the house. Or lettuce or tomato. Bobby didn’t exactly carry ‘high class’ meals, but it would do for what they needed.
When Sam took his first bite, Dean stiffened and angled himself so he wasn’t looking directly at his brother. Sam froze, realizing that the piece of hotdog he’d just eaten was the size of Dean’s torso, and his older brother was barely bite-size.
“You know you’re safe, right?” Sam asked, breaking his promise to himself to not poke at Dean’s pride. It was important for him to hear that from Dean. It was everything.
Dean glared, then looked away quickly again. “I know, alright?” he said in annoyance. “I just… This entire thing’s friggin’ weird, give me some time!”
Sam slouched. “Okay.”
Dean huffed. “It’s not you, so don’t go acting down on me!” he insisted. “I’m just… not used to anything like this.” He stuffed a bite of meat in his mouth. “See?” he asked past the hotdog.
Sam had to muffle a snicker into the back of his hand at that. “Whatever you say, jackass.”
Dean pointed his knife at Sam. “Better watch your mouth, bitch.”
Sam rolled his eyes and instinctively ruffled Dean’s hair. The spike bounced instantly back into place. “Jerk!”
Asks and prompts open for this AU!
More coming tomorrow!
April 22nd excerpt:
“Didn’t we go over that I’m not that big for a human?” Dean asked, poking Bowman in the side. “I don’t cause earthquakes if I fall over!”
“Hey, watch it, giant!” Bowman groused, rustling his wings irritably. “You are plenty big for a human! You’re over six feet tall!”
“And don’t you forget it, small fry,” Dean shot right back, grabbing a few more chips in his hand. “It feels good to be the tallest.”
Dean is the right kind of crafty to set up something like this. With more than one around, it’d be a short project for them to figure out (even around the inevitable bickering).
Jacob would be pleased to be able to interact with the much smaller folk more easily. Sure, he can see them, but their little voices are just too quiet for him. A handshake might still be out of the question, but it’s something.
As for the video games … well, Jacob is super chill with them and probably wouldn’t be competitive. Whichever Dean bet on him would have to really egg him on!
Brothers Saved: A Midnight Snack (3 of 4)
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14; occurs directly after Brothers Saved 2
The kitchen was only a few steps away now, and Sam quickly nudged the door with his boot, flipping on the light with an elbow so he didn’t have to open his hand up again.
“Made it,” Sam announced as he uncurled his hands and moved them to the table. Dean stumbled to his feet and dropped to his knees as soon as solid ground was under him, pretending to kiss the ground.
Sam rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “It wasn’t that bad!” he protested as he stood on his tiptoes to reach the hot dogs in the freezer.
“Says you!” Dean argued back, going to his feet again and pacing around the area. His old curiosity shone through as he investigated books that could be buildings and pushed around a pen that was three times his height.
Sam watched from a distance as he filled a pot with water, dumping three of the hot dogs into it and putting it on the burner like he’d watched Dean do before. Everything he did these days felt like he was mimicking Dean, trying to fill his brother’s shoes.
Dean sat down with a huff on one of the books. “At least the ground doesn’t move,” he said, rubbing his head.
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Sam asked worriedly.
Dean glanced up, the bridge of his nose pinched between two fingers. “Nah. Even the bed was getting old. Can’t stand without it trying to toss me to my knees.” He stomped his boot on the wood grain. “This is much better.”
Sam grinned, heartened to hear it wasn’t just him. “That’s good. The hot dogs’ll be done soon. Oh!”
Dean looked up at the sudden increase in volume.
“I almost forgot,” Sam said apologetically. He reached into his pocket. “This shrank with you but it fell out of your hands.”
He held his hand out to Dean, and Dean was drawn to his feet without thought. Sitting in the center of Sam’s palm, almost lost in a crease in the skin, was Dean’s colt. The gun entrusted to him by John, used to protect Sammy.
Dean didn’t even think about the size of Sam’s hand as he leaned a hand against the thick skin and reached over. The metal was warmed from its protracted time against Sam’s warmth, but the familiarity of that metal, the touch of the etchings under his fingers, it all felt right to Dean.
“I thought I’d lost this,” Dean said wonderingly, shifting it to catch the light. Reverently, he sat down and started taking it apart, practiced movements as he checked to make sure everything was in working order.
“I’ve got some extra ammo in my jacket,” Dean mused to himself as he snapped the barrel back on and sighted along his arm, taking care to never aim it at Sam. Small or not, the gun could still do damage. “Maybe enough to last until we figure this out and get me normal.”
Sam smiled, sadness in his eyes as he remembered each time John or Bobby had checked in. Unsuccessfully.
“Yeah, Dean. Normal in no time.”
Asks and prompts open for this AU!
More coming tomorrow!
April 21st excerpt:
Dean grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. He was definitely thirsty. He managed to down most of the bottle before he dropped it down.
Jacob stepped back from where the tower of clear plastic landed. At least there was one advantage to being the smallest one there. When Jacob’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of how much water Dean had gulped down in one go, no one noticed.
Lol, if anyone tried tapping, they’d have a very miffed little Dean to answer to! Someone would have to chase away onlookers to scatter them and give the smols privacy.
I was thinking of something like little tables at the center of each table, then something similar on the raised portion of the bar, giving the smols their own separate yet still integrated places to stay. The trickster surely won’t have a problem serving them drinks! (May they never figure out who he is)
I think random characters from the AUs (the field borrowers, the Watches, Moira and others) would drift in and out of the room, while the main characters of the stories would be there all the time unless they have their story going. I’m sure Walt would enjoy a drinking game or two!
Brothers Saved: A Midnight Snack (2 of 4)
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14; occurs directly after Brothers Saved 2
Dean’s shoulder felt thin under Sam’s touch, but the fabric of his shirt was soft, and after a moment Dean leaned into it. With Dean staring in the opposite direction and Sam keeping his touch light, they could pretend things were normal.
Dean sighed, then slumped. “Fine,” he muttered, so quiet Sam had to strain to hear. Sam’s face split into a grin as Dean turned to him. “You can carry me.”
Before Sam could move to reach for him again, Dean jabbed out a hand, freezing him in place. “But!” he barked. “No sudden moves, no grabbing, and if I want off the Sam-coaster, you put me down! Capiche?”
Sam nodded. For this, he’d agree to anything. “Got it.”
Taking his fingertip off Dean’s shoulder, Sam flattened his hand on the bedcover next to Dean. “This work?” he asked hopefully.
Dean stared down at the hand. Looked at the fingers that could curl around his entire body, saw the twitch of the palm as Sam’s pulse throbbed beneath the surface. “Perfect,” he said to reassure Sam, though inside he was full of trepidation.
There was nothing left to it but to get in Sam’s hand, and Dean knew it. Bracing himself, he stepped up onto the soft surface, nearly faceplanting as the skin moved under his boot. Sam’s fingers twitched, and Dean glared at him.
“Sorry!” Sam said. “It… tickles.” He blushed bright red.
Dean huffed in annoyance without a comeback. “Whatever.” He walked to the center of Sam’s hand and quickly sat down. “Just get it over with.”
That was the end of Dean’s control over the situation, and he knew it. Sam’s fingers curled up, keeping his older brother in a bowl of flesh as he pushed himself to his feet. Dean clung to the thumb near him as the ground plummeted away, his face green at the thought of the heights.
Seeing this, Sam gently curled the thumb Dean was clinging to and covered Dean’s lap, making it into a makeshift seatbelt. Beneath Sam’s touch, those tiny legs shifted as Dean got into a better position, tugging the thumb tighter around his waist.
Sam had to hide a smile, recognizing the unthinking trust Dean had for him. It was enough.
Before he took a step, Sam also brought his second hand up to guard the edge for Dean, holding that hand against his chest. It gave the smaller Winchester a secure place to sit, especially as Sam went to take a step.
Dean’s tiny body wavered as Sam’s boot hit the ground, hugging the thumb around his waist tighter. Sam knew better than to tease him for that, realizing Dean was actually afraid of what they were doing. If this didn’t go well, Dean might refuse Sam’s help the next time they needed to change room, and Sam dreaded Dean’s reaction to someone else’s hands. Their dad was their dad, but John could be heavy-handed with Dean’s training.
“Heavy-handed" took on a whole new meaning with Dean now, and Sam was determined to shield him from what he could.
Sam carefully pushed open the door to the room, only taking his guarding hand for a moment to do so. Dean shrank against his stomach, and Sam bit his tongue to keep from saying a word and possibly bruising Dean’s pride by pointing it out.
Another step.
Once they were over the threshold, it felt like it got easier with each step Sam took. He flicked on the light over the stairwell, then found himself wondering which would be worse for Dean– seeing where they were going and when Sam would start descending but also possibly spotting the height of the stairwell, or not seeing anything and not knowing when Sam was going down the stairs, but also guarded from the sight of the drop.
Either way, Sam didn’t want to risk tripping on his way down, so the light stayed on.
The trip down went swiftly, and Sam made sure to not draw it out even when he felt Dean shrink down around his thumb.
“Almost there,” Sam murmured reassuringly as they reached the ground floor, and his mouth twitched into a smile as Dean predictably punched his fingernail.
“I’m fine! Never better!” Dean protested his reassurance, but a bit of relief lurked in those defensive words.
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More coming tomorrow!
Brothers Apart 