Commission for @neonthewrite!
October 30th excerpt:
Sherlock was absolutely fuming at this development, now fully assured that this was a personal jab at him. He spent nearly the entire day going back and forth between ranting and raving about it and silently stewing.
“What have I ever done to them?! ” he exploded that evening after nearly two hours of silence. He was curled into an angry ball in his armchair.
John shot him a look, tilting down his laptop screen. "It may have something to do with you trapping them in jars, Sherlock.”
“I meant LATELY!”
Oh gosh. Jacob is not one to feel self-conscious very often, but he’d definitely feel silly trying something like that! Even so, he is committed to the cause and would want to train his skills however he needed to, so he might try it.
Of course, if the tiny Winchesters were off to the side swearing it would work while also trying not to laugh … well, he’d wonder if it was a valid technique at all! They’d get poked for sure.
October 29th excerpt:
“Guys, guys,” John interrupted, opening one hand in a calming gesture. He at least knew better than to reach for them. His brow quirked at the smaller men’s bickering. The shoving, the name-calling… They really are brothers, he mused with a grin.
( Original post )
He could and it’s great and my god is he turning those powers to driving Sherlock up the wall!
Too bad somehow John gets caught in the middle…
“Well, obviously you two still take issue with the way Sherlock treated you when we all first met,” John pointed out. “Which is totally fair, I’ll admit. But frankly, the way you’ve been dealing with it is driving him mad, and I have to live with him.”
One of their best methods of keeping him in place is usually planting themselves right on him, so he’s stuck in place unless he wants to pluck them up. Another way is trying to coax him into staying there with great use of the puppy eyes both Sam and Jacob have, extra potent when they’re so tiny and innocent. Reminding him that they don’t have anyone else who can drive the Impala if he gets himself worse is another way that might help.
Or they can call up Bobby, who can threaten to tie Dean in place if he so much as thinks of moving.
Dean will gripe, bitch, moan and whine his way through the entire week.
@borrowedtimeandspace – Yeah, he does do that, doesn’t he.
The brothers did live in the flat at that time, completely unknown! Lucky for them, at that point in time, they did not make use of that side of the room often. Their home is between the kitchen and the fireplace, and both were in the passages close by. Dean hit the ground the second he heard the gun go off, dragging Sam down with him, and they army-crawled back to their home to take what little cover they had.
Since then they decided to remain in the flat and now make use of the smiley face as a lookout point to check on the humans, or as we’ve seen, a convenient perch to bait Sherlock from.
October 28th excerpt:
“Told you this was a bad idea,” Sam hissed at Dean, watching John lift a pile of paper into the air that most likely weighed more than the pair of them together.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Him? He’s harmless,” he said. “Sherlock is the one we have to worry about.”
“But–” Sam’s protest cut off in shock when Dean pushed himself away from the side of the couch and went to stroll out into the open. It was too late for Sam to dive forward and grab his arm, and all he could do was watch Dean greet what was, to them, a giant.
Sam: I think I’ll just stick with hands unless they really need the magnifying glass…
Dean: No one’s getting close to me with a magnifying glass, not so long as they want to keep that hand. This knife ain’t made to just look pretty, y’know.
Jacob: Magnifying glass and tweezers? Dude. That’d suck. No matter how careful they are, I don’t know if they’ll slip or pinch me. It’d feel like they were trying to do science or something.
Bowman: I’d really prefer neither. I can take care of myself better than any giant. But if I have to choose, I would prefer they just use their hands. That way they can feel if I need to kick them to keep ‘em in line!
Oscar: Um… They’d both make me really nervous. I don’t … I don’t know! I-I guess … the magnifying glass would be less crowded.
Bree: What’s wrong with hands and having their face close? I think the metal tweezers sounds so much worse!
Zepheera: Wow, er…really glad I heal too quickly to need help like that. I guess if I had the choice, I’d rather not have a great big face in my personal space. And as long as I trusted those hands, I’d go with those. Tweezers are no fun.
Jacob, Bowman and Oscar © @neonthewrite
Briella Watch © @nightmares06
Zepheera © @borrowedtimeandspace
October 27th excerpt:
“I applaud you for your maturity! ” Sherlock called to the empty room, loud enough that the brothers were sure to hear it, wherever they were, and he immediately began to tear down the notes.
“I applaud you for your tenacity! ” Dean hollered out the hole, glad he was nowhere near their home by the fireplace.
Sherlock’s head snapped up at the sudden voice and he stared into the mirror, turning slowly to scrutinize the yellow smiley-face high on the opposite wall.
Brothers Apart 