They’re so fun! I’m glad you’re enjoying them with me– it’s been enjoyable writing about these two poor dorks. They could use a break.
One fun part of it is both cowriters have ideas for my bros and their characters XD So who knows, it might split into two separate AUs, maybe even a third with just the bros depending on how inspiration goes, and time to write.
Aw, I know just how you feel! Dean is so hard to write tiny because he’s so hard to get right tiny. His protective big brother streak is such an integral part of him, it’s not going to up and vanish just because of some curse, no matter that his brother is now obnoxiously big.
Conclusion coming today!
Facebook anon– If you want to help out with the facebook page, send me a message on it! I could always use some help, since you were considering a page yourself. Only if you want to though! (Sent this from mobile, so no fancy post like normal)
@neonthewrite– Regarding the lighter, the older sprites most likely reacted a lot like Bowman did. Amazed and wary, and surprised that he can hold even a small fire in his hand. Since he’s the expert with it, they’d most likely leave it to him simply out of fear of accidentally setting it off themselves (they really really don’t like fire).
@nightmares06– Sam does have his climbing abilities, only with the sprites he doesn’t have the standard hook and thread to climb with. Trees have fairly thick bark which offers plenty of handholds, so when he was bored, he would try climbing up the tree trunk. It gave him something to occupy himself with when Bowman finally got himself off the ground and flitted off, and went too far to hear Sam cheering him on.
Dean taught Sam caution with everything he entrusted his little brother with, so Sam knows the proper handling of a lighter (and a gun, though he didn’t get cursed with a gun). He won’t leave it lying around again, and along with many of the other items he was cursed with, it serves as an anchor to his old life to hang on to.
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14
Sam slept peacefully on the floor, sprawled out in the collection of blankets he’d slowly amassed from throughout Bobby’s house. There were enough in the room to almost coat the floor by the end of the week. It was a comfort to have a place to burrow. For so long, he could steal into Dean’s bed if he got nervous and curl up for security.
Now, Sam was the bigger brother, and had no one else to look to while John and Bobby hunted the witch.
The night was cloying in the spare bedroom. Motes of dust floated in the little light that made its way through the only window in the room, moonlight illuminating the bookshelf across from where Sam rested. His breathing had long ago evened out into sleep.
This meant he missed the motion that happened up on the bed.
Dean woke with a start, his pulse surging with adrenaline as consciousness returned for the first time since the fight with the witch. He sprang to his feet–
–and immediately tumbled to the ground, landing on the cushioned surface with a frown.
None of this lessened the urgency in him. He needed to get out, find Sam, find John. That was it. Sam was in danger. He couldn’t remember from what or who, but he knew his little brother needed help now.
Shifting so he was on his hands and knees, Dean crawled across the white surface, confused by how big it was. Surely there was an ending to this white cloud of–
His next hand landed on empty air, and Dean went tumbling head over heels down the rest of the pillow.
It felt like Dean fell down that slope forever, but in reality it was only a few drawn-out seconds before he landed with a start on a slightly firmer surface. The muffled curses that spilled out of Dean’s mouth tapered off as he heard a sound in the distance. Like the steady breeze between the treetops, disrupted by the rush of an ocean.
Something was here with him, and from the sound of things, it was big.
Dean didn’t waste any more time. As soon as he realized there was something horribly wrong in his world, he was on his feet and running, trying to squint to see his surroundings and attempting to put as much space between himself and the thing as he could.
“Dean?”
The voice that sounded out of the blackness made Dean trip over a fold in the strange surface he was running along, and he went sprawling. “Sammy?!” he called out, his heart lurching as he realized his little brother could be out there in the darkness, facing this thing on his own.
He stubbornly ignored the way Sam’s voice warped around him, the deep sound so out of place coming from his scrawny little brother.
There had to be an explanation for everything, there just had to be.
Something shifted from the side again, and it sounded like an entire warehouse of fabric was moving. Dean pulled out his knife, edging to the side and scanning the ground around him. Gotta find Sammy and get out of here before it finds me.
“Dean, thank god you’re okay.”
“Sam where are you?” Dean called out, trying to zero in on his little brother’s voice. It sounded like it was coming from the same place as the massive gusts, but that was impossible.
It had to be.
“I’m here.”
Even the funhouse mirror style of Sam’s voice was hushed as he spoke. The hairs on the back of Dean’s neck rose. “What do you mean?”
A light snapped on, and Dean finally saw where he was.
Asks and prompts open for this AU! More coming tomorrow!
February 1st excerpt:
Leaves crunched under Dean’s boots far below, and moths or butterflies occasionally took flight to escape the path. After three years living in the safe confines of the walls, where everything was still and the air had long since grown stale, it was a stark contrast. Everything in the forest was so alive, and Jacob almost felt like the trees themselves were paying them curious attention.
The scene might be familiar to Jacob, but he was beyond recognition to anyone who’d known him before. He had a new family to rely on and his friends were a memory.
Far ahead, motion caught his eye and he lightly slapped Sam’s arm with the back of his hand. Pointing, he muttered, “See the deer over there? Way ahead in the trees.”
I was actually experimenting with things earlier tonight (got sick in the middle because of work stress so I forgot what I was doing), and I did make a little page for BA to see what happens.
https://www.facebook.com/spnbrothersapart/
I hope you like?
Still under development due to developer abandoning the laptop during construction.
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Oh noes! I’m so sorry. I’ve had a few arguments about people whose SOs decide they only ‘get’ to have certain site access or can’t be on social media at all (with me pretty much saying if anyone tried that on me I’d walk out then and there), but it’s so difficult when it’s a parent.
The main reason we don’t have a fb page is because most people in this world prefer to remain anonymous, with a few exceptions. It would feel a little redundant, since we do so much posting on tumblr. I considered it for a bit, but there’s not enough time in the day and I wasn’t sure if a fanfiction universe would really fit over there.
I hope she loosens up the restrictions a bit! Until then, feel free to tag yourself in the anon asks, like ktdog1 and sassy do when they send things in.
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I generally say artwork or stories based on the AUs, though I’ve also traded for a copy of a friend’s book when she was interested in mine. I’m open to suggestions as well, you would just need to pm me on my main blog @nightmares06 so we can talk.
Also! It can’t be a simple sketch or a rushed story– it has to be worth the book, since I’m going to be spending money on it and shipping. Keep that in mind and don’t be disappointed if I turn down the trade for any reason!
Brothers Apart 