Wow, look how late this is! Sorry about that, but my motivation had just been bleh for the last couple of days for anything other than Spaceships and Septic Eyes (my collab with @hiddendreamer67). Work and school aren’t helping, but what can ya do? Anyway, here is the third part for @brothersapart‘s contest! (very happy the deadline was extended btw).
Dean had stopped by the motel to change out of his FBI suit,
to make himself and his bros more comfortable. He then drove them as far as he
could go and parked the car near the edge of the woods. Jack looked at the
looming trees through the window, for some reason it was a lot more foreboding
then when him and Mark had gotten here the day before.They got out of the
car and Dean motioned for Jack to get his bearings on where to go. Once Jack’s
focus was away, he quickly opened the truck, grabbing a few weapons and tucking
them away on his person. It only took maybe 30 seconds, and he closed the
trunk, Jack never the wiser.“Alright, I remember
running out this way. So, we should head towards this way.” Jack pointed
straight in front of him and Dean took a closer look. The grass and dirt had
been disturbed recently, most likely by Jack. Giving a good indication that
Jack’s memory was right. He nodded and Jack led the way as they entered the
forest.
April 3rd excerpt:
Bowman flinched, jolting him out of his luxuriant snooze. Sunlight, while technically providing energy for a wood sprite, also had a tendency to be very relaxing. Combine that with the fact that Bowman was lying on a gigantic bed, and it wasn’t so strange that he’d dozed off there.
Only to be greeted by a lot of red and something settling over his body and wings. Bowman pushed himself upright in surprise, reflexively drawing his wings close. He pushed at the red material, recognizing it as thick cloth and plenty of it. As Dean’s words finally filtered into the confused sprite’s mind, he scowled and began his search for the edge of the expanse of fabric.
“Blast it, Dean, Pray to a rock!” he groused loudly, fumbling a little thanks to the plush surface beneath him.
Patience, young Padawan.
I love you please stay.
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April 2nd excerpt:
Sam stepped up next to Jacob. “Could you grab me a jacket?” he called up to his older brother. It would just waste time they needed for him to go grab one himself at this point, and he wanted to stick as close to Jacob as he could.
Dean nodded distractedly, already going over in his mind what they’d need. He snagged one of Sam’s tan jackets out of the little cloth bag of belongings, and took a second to dig the tiny, hand crafted knife out of the dirty jacket with careful, adept fingers. He handed both down to Sam while he went to get the rest of his stuff ready.
April 1st excerpt:
After a few minutes of typing diligently away and loading up various pages, Sam realized he could feel eyes on him with more focus than before. A slight flush rose to his face, and he didn’t turn around at first, continuing to work despite the fact that he knew both of the other humans were watching him.
Sam used the arrow key to scroll down on his current page, putting off the time until he turned around to give his bright red blushing a chance to die down. Once he was sure it would be safe, he turned and paused.
The difference between Dean and Jacob couldn’t be more obvious. Dean almost took up Sam’s entire line of sight resting his head on his arms a few inches away from the laptop to watch Sam work. Jacob, on the other hand, was a small figure sitting on the thick plastic of the older Dell Inspiron, a few inches away from the trackpad. He wasn’t supposed to be so small. He was supposed to be bigger even than Dean, and it was unsettling. Sam would much rather have both his humans looming overhead as they were meant to.
Bonus BAAU Lounge sketch: Sherlock after hearing how everyone else’s first meetings went.
This is my entry for the context @brothersapart is running.
Here we have the AU Lounge, where the characters from six AUs are currently hanging out together: Brothers Found, Brothers Adopted, Brothers Asunder, Brothers Lost, Brothers Consulted, and the Giant Jacob Story (technically not a BAAU, but who could resist the huge dork?).
On Giant Jacob’s shoulder is “his” Sam, and their Dean is the one leaning against the wall. Brothers Lost Jacob is chatting with his Giant self, while Brothers Asunder Jacob is with the Deans from Brothers Adopted and Brothers Found, “his” Bowman flying around him. Brothers Adopted Sam and Jacob are on their Dean’s shoulders, and Brothers Found Sam is on his Dean’s head, feeling tall. Brothers Found Bowman is flying near Giant Jacob’s head. His own Jacob is extra little at the moment, and he’s not sure which extreme is weirder.
Meanwhile, Sherlock is perched thoughtfully on the one couch, and John has found tea and biscuits, which he is sharing with Oscar (from Brothers Adopted) and the littlest Jacob (from Brothers Found). Brothers Lost Sam and Dean are hiding under John’s table. The Brothers Consulted are around somewhere, though not visible, as is Spritely Sam from Brothers Asunder (he’s probably trying to find some plants – the Bowmans keep complaining about all the corners).
March 31st excerpt:
There was something about seeing his own familiar phone on a huge scale, held easily in a hand that was even bigger. Jacob always knew his phone was on the little side, but it was a weird show of perspective to have it look both dwarfed in Dean’s grip and big enough that if it closed on him, it would crush him.
“Yeah, I mean, they’ll worry I might get cranky if I don’t get enough sleep,” he answered flatly, before looking back at the screen and sighing faintly. “Just, uh. Okay, tell her ‘vacationing with Lisongs,’ that should be enough.” He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, weirded out by the fact that he was asking someone else to do something as simple as send a text for him.
Dean’s thumb was bigger than Jacob, and as it navigated the buttons and punched out a simple message, he couldn’t help but wonder how much damage that much pressure would do if Jacob got in the way of it.
Brothers Apart 