Lol! I’m sure he’d get a kick out of what happened to Sam and Dean in that story! Alas, he was elsewhere, making mayhem while Sam and Dean dealt with a giant in their backyard
November 3rd excerpt:
“Hey, Dean, why don’t you show Nate your place?” Stan suggested, lowering the hand holding Dean next to the little box set up for him. He hoped that giving him something to do would be better than leaving him on the same counter while he rummaged through the cabinets for a minute or two.
Dean’s eyebrows rose, and he looked between the two humans. “Uh, right!” he said, raising his voice to be heard over the crackle of the onions cooking.
Has Oscar met a little Dean?
Oscar has not… yet.
But… he’s going to, and it’s anyone’s guess as to what they’ll be up to by then!
November 2nd excerpt:
Stan stiffened from head to toe the second Dean set foot on his hand, struck by the no-longer-familiar sensation. He was just so tiny, most of Stan’s fingers outsized Dean and that was far from a comfort. Though Stan could only remember bits and pieces of the last borrower he’d ever held, he remembered them being so much bigger in his hands.
He wasn’t a child anymore. He’d grown up, and his hands were no exception.
If Sam’s curse is bounded to his soul, what would happen to him if is soulless? Will he grow back or stay small? Will the curse just be easier to lift?
Good question! And one that I grappled with a while back.
In essence, removing Sam’s soul from his body won’t cause his body to grow back. If it did, we’d have dead borrowers popping back to normal size all the time!
Essentially, the curse needs to be stripped from the host soul in order for them to return back to their normal size. Otherwise it leaves an imprint on the body it left behind and small they stay. This is something that Celeste, and only Celeste, knows how to do, and she’s certainly not about to just casually go break her own curse. She’s the only one able to tamper with her own archangel Grace that’s been intertwinned with the borrower souls.
I love the excerpts from #afin ! Will Sherlock and John eventually be in that story?
Well, lets just say that Stan is always tied to the Sherlockian storylines, because of a certain person in those stories being his boss…
November 1st excerpt:
“Why don’t you two hang out for a bit?” Nate suggested to the both of them, gently moving his hand away from his chest. He was careful to shift slowly so Dean wasn’t leaning on or clinging to his shirt; it wouldn’t do to have the little fella fall off his hand. “I’ve got dinner to start, shouldn’t take too long but I’ll need both hands.”
Despite blinking confusedly at Nathan, Stan’s hands rose to meet his as Nate held Dean out to him, and they stayed there awaiting the borrower.
Dean of Nowhere
(Story 2 of the Brothers Asunder series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite
A man without a home. A hunter without a family.
Dean Winchester comes from nothing and lives for no one, but dedicated his life to saving people in need. Now, an unexpected attack on two campers by one of their best friends draws Dean to Wellwood forest, towards an unexpected reunion.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Bobby Loran, Chase Lisong, Rischa Songbird,
Sam Winchester, Bowman Leafwing, Scar Wolfblind, Cerul Elanwyn, Vel, the demon
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Artwork by @jennilah! ( @ask-tinycas )
I don’t get artsy too often, but I decided to throw my hat into the ring and make a Halloween costume for Oscar as a part of the contest set up by @neonthebright ! I’m not really sure why, but the first thought that came to my mind for a costume for Oscar was to dress him up like Fievel the mouse from the American Tail movies! With a bit of string to use as a tail and a little bit of paint of the whiskers, he’s ready to go! Oscar seems a little unsure about it, but at least it’s a comfy costume! 😁
First Prize: The Swap
For @torchmlp.
They won my Oscar Halloween Contest an age ago and requested a body swap story with Jacob and Sam, set in the Brothers Found AU (created by myself and the wonderful @nightmares06 and you can find more info @brothersapart).
This one is set not long after the first installment of that AU (and well before Jacob in Wonderland … for reasons). Shenanigans are unavoidable with a body swap and these poor dorks have a lot to navigate here. And of course, I had to end it off on the cheesiest note possible.
The night after a hunt was always the toughest part to adjust to. The bone-deep exhaustion clung after finding the latest monster and killing it before it could hurt anyone else. Jacob was glad Sam always convinced Dean to let him stay in the motel room for a night after the fact.
He was new to this. He had a lot to learn, but after reuniting the four-inch-tall Sam Winchester with his brother, Jacob’s eyes were open to the job. They could help people. He could help people.
Like he’d helped Dean get his little brother back after years not knowing he was even alive.
Jacob settled in for the night after a still-terse but friendly acknowledgement of Good work from Dean. The guy was leery of him for accidentally hurting Sam, but they’d come a long way. The bruise on Jacob’s eye had healed up already.
He didn’t have much time to reflect on the hunt before he rolled over with a sigh and dropped off to sleep.
~~~
Waking up after a hunt was tough, but at least Jacob’s aches had already disappeared. He breathed in a sigh and shifted in bed, only to find that he’d managed to tangle his legs in the blankets.
What the hell?
He sat up squinting and reached out to tug the fabric cocoon off, only for his hands to jolt back. As he blinked himself awake, Jacob found himself definitely not in the same place he’d fallen asleep.
There was only one bed, shoved into the corner, and thin, plain blankets had replaced the patterned motel ones. He glanced around and found what could almost be a laundry bag near the bed, next to a pair of leather boots that didn’t look like his. As he observed more of the room, he found that it had no lighting in it whatsoever.
The only lighting came from …
“Oh, no way,” he muttered. The opposite wall wasn’t really a wall. Jacob stared hard at it and the shape of a book, tall enough to flatten a truck, was all he saw there. Monolithic books stacked at the other end of the room and left only one opening out.
There was a dixie cup near that opening that came up to his torso.
Brothers Apart 