I’m pretty skittish, so I’d probably freeze right up if I saw them in my house. Dean would be dragging Sam out as fast as he can, ushering his little brother into the walls. I’m sure they’d have Jacob close by, so I’d have to keep an eye out for really tall lurkers wearing hoodies who are trying to be sneaky (Dean’s making him work on that).
And Scar is finally done! I ended up tweaking a lot of this one until I was at least satisfied, so he put up quite a fight. I’m rather happy with how he turned out tho, especially his sword’s handle.
Anyway, this is another commission for @neonthebright! I hope you like it ;v;
September 24th excerpt:
Sam let his head fall against his chest, closing his eyes in concentration. “We need to research,” he said. “I can’t think of anything in Dad’s journal that matches this.”
“Maybe we missed something,” Dean said.
I like this idea, so I’m going to add it to our list of future stories to write, and we can work on finding an AU to fit it into. It’s worth more than just a short little prompt, I’d say.
There was a story much like this submitted to the contest, if anyone wants to check it out, only there was only one little instead of a community:
September 23rd excerpt:
“Holy shit he’s gonna do it. Holy shit.”
He barely got the words out before the wall a foot and a half away from them practically exploded inward. Jacob’s boot retreated from the strong kick and the parts of the drywall that he’d splintered sagged. Light broke in and illuminated the angrily stirring dust.
Sam scowled at the sight of the light pouring into the walls, but he couldn’t do anything about it except for stalk forward to use the new ‘entrance.’ He stepped carefully over the broken debris, waving a hand in front to try and dispel the dust particles clogging the air. A slight shudder hit him at how easy it was for Jacob to break down pathways that might have been peacefully used for years before this day.
Mostly, they just take efforts to keep the bugs out of their own supplies. Cockroaches wouldn’t bother them much, but if the population of cockroaches grows too large, they’ll have to make efforts to reduce it so the humans don’t call pest control. Everyone would be at risk if that happened. Out in the wild, the small folk would just ignore the cockroaches and the cockroaches would ignore them in turn. To each their own.
September 22nd excerpt:
“D’you know which direction they’d have gone? Maybe a section of wall I could knock on or something?”
“They’re, ahh…” Dean scanned the walls, remembering what side the room was on when he was running through the dark. There had been a few turns, and Sam had gone in the opposite direction back…
Then he remembered he didn’t have to remember where they’d gone and bother with mapping out the innards of the house. He knew where they were at this very second.
Castiel will show up in the future! I’ve got a few plans for angels in the story, they just won’t be around for a bit since I’m waiting for the right time. If you didn’t already, we had Castiel in a story with Rischa, though in that he’s the tol and she’s the smol: An Appreciation for the Sun.
September 21st excerpt:
“Dean?” Sam whispered, half greeting and half question.
“I can take care of myself, y’know,” Dean griped, taking a step back as the shadows moved with him. “I don’t need a nanny to go through the walls!”
“We shouldn’t split up here,” Sam answered. “We need to stick together. There could be anything in the walls here, and with nothing to do with the case.”
Brothers Apart 