Then John went to the freezer for a cold pack. After what Sam had gone through with the ice packs for his bruises, the doctor spent one of his days off scouring the internet for friendlier, less messy alternatives to ice. After finding something surprising, John went out and bought a bag of mini marshmallows to keep in the freezer. Apparently they absorbed the cold really well, and since they were soft they were easier to apply to sore or achy spots on the body. Dean wouldn’t have to deal with the wetness of melting ice, and he’d have something sweet to nibble on later if he liked.
As strange as it was, it was a better option, theoretically.
The links on deviantart chapters for the last few stories have been added, and the tumblr blog now has an updated link guide for all the stories. Simply go to brothersapart.tumblr.com on your computer or mobile browser (this will NOT work on the app), and click the Link button at the top to find a list of all stories and sneak peeks.
Let me know if any links do not work and I will update them!
The bros don’t often pause to notice the seasons, so they tend to miss them a lot! For the first Christmas, Dean definitely found a gingerbread man to give Sam, and got the bitchiest bitchface in return because what can he possibly do with this giant cookie.
Good presents for Sam definitely include more journals, notebook paper, maybe some extra pencil lead. He’s always up for more supplies. And check out this picture to see Dean building his little bro an igloo! Such fun :3
Sorry, folks. Laughter may sound like a nice prompt, but the only thing that came to me was more sad Oscar. If I have to think of this stuff, so do you ;P
There was laughter in the other room.
Oscar looked up from where he sat curled up on his bed, startled by the sudden burst of noise. Noriko was watching TV out there, enjoying her favorite show. Oscar never knew what made her laugh so much, but so long as it kept her attention away from him for a while, he liked it. Whenever Noriko paid him attention, she wanted to hold him in her hands constantly, poking at him or petting his messy hair.
He hated it. He hated it so much, but he knew better than to think things would ever be any different. Oscar was just her newest favorite doll.
His prison proved it. When Noriko was bored with him, she put him away in a wooden box with a glass front, all designed to look like a room in a house. A dollhouse with him on display at all times.
In one corner there was a round cushion, meant to be his bed. There was a doll couch facing the front glass wall, and to the side opposite the bed was a table and a chair. The walls themselves were decorated with cheap patterned paper. Oscar wished he could find an escape through that tattered wallpaper like he could in a real room.
Instead, he could only lounge around in the miniature room, staring sullenly through the glass front wall. The room beyond was the very same one where he’d tried to make his escape under the floorboards those weeks ago. He knew better now. Every entrance he might fight to the walls could be a trap, and it wasn’t worth getting hurt again.
His ankle had only just healed, and the memory of the pain it caused him made him curl up tighter on his cushion.
Noriko laughed again in the other room.
Oscar had no idea how many people like him had spent time in that workroom. Noriko made a hobby of them, measuring them for clothes that she made herself. She played with them by corralling them between her hands, watching them try to get past. Oscar knew because it was her favorite game with him.
Even now, he wore a new outfit made for him by her delicate sewing work. It was more cumbersome than the clothes he always made for himself, but those had been too ratty, she said. Too plain. Oscar had watched his hard work get thrown out in the trash after she made him change.
It was a good fit, but the fabric was thicker than he was used to. Oscar found it stiff and unwieldy, hard to move around. It worked well for the humans keeping him captive.
He shifted where he sat, turning away from that depressing glass wall. Even though he knew Noriko would be back at least one more time before going to bed herself, he lay down on his cushion. Teary eyes traced the simple pattern on the wallpaper until it blurred and he had to blink.
Oscar wasn’t hungry anymore. He wasn’t cold or desperate for supplies anymore. He had someone around that seemed to care, in her own terrifying way, when he was injured or scared. These were all things that he thought he wanted.
If this was how his prayers were answered, he didn’t want to wish for anything ever again.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do your parents know you’re here?”
“Mother sent me! She wanted to make sure you two boys were getting along, especially since you haven’t visited in six months, Dean! You can’t make them worry like that.”
Dean sighed. “We meant to come visit, we just got… busy.”
Yep! He was just a wee thing– Bobby is older than Walt. Just a kid trapped in a cage, his young wife pregnant at home with Bree, and Bobby made sure Walt got home.
For anyone that missed it:
Walt
Things are looking grim for Walt when he’s captured by humans and trapped in a cage… what does fate hold in store for the man that stands under four inches tall?
Known Abilities: Quick and quiet, it’s hard to keep Kara in one place. She’s a great climber and may give Sam a run for his money once she grows a little. Since she’s barely half his height, she’ll have to work twice as hard to cover the same ground.
Background: Kara grew up in an underpopulated motel out in Hibbing, Minnesota. When her dad was taken away by humans, she did a very unexpected thing and went to find help– from a hunter staying at that same motel. Lucky for her, it was Dean.
Quote: Someone as big as you shouldn’t be afraid of anything!
Moira tried to steel her heart. Dean was in trouble, and she needed to get him out of that human’s hands, now. Then once Dean woke up they could escape and find Sam, wherever he was, even if the human had him trapped somewhere else.
“I’m Moira,” she snapped defiantly, the pin wobbling slightly in her grasp. His voice was so huge and booming, like it could overpower hers without any effort. Just another thing to drill his size in, as though she could miss it.
Moira’s lip curled, and she glared up at the human. “You’re that human doctor, aren’tcha?” Her voice dripped with disdain from all the stories she’d heard of others like her and Dean being experimented on, often by these ‘doctors.’ “I won’t let you run tests on our Dean!”
Sorry it looks weird, I’m giving just the picture of dean to someone so I cut out sam’s family. Also sry it’s only half realistic, I was kinda just rushing to get it done😅
A Lich of Sense took place in late summertime, just over a year after Sam and Dean first met. So it was very close to fall, but the leaves were not yet turning colors, leaving Bowman’s vivid green wings a perfect camouflage for him when he was trying to hide from Dean.
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