Some answers aren’t meant to be revealed until the story itself 😉
Finished commission for @nightmares06! Dean and Sam, looking less than amused at… Someone, I’m sure. I’m so sorry for the long wait!
I know you said you wanted Sam’s bag in there, but since he’s so small I couldn’t get it in without making him look cluttered. I can go back and still add it if you’d like tho.
September 8th excerpt:
“Where did you find him?”
Dean nodded at the floor. “Running from me and trying to hide.”
If Sam gets lost in a blizzard, Dean better find him fast! He loses body heat a lot faster than a human, and we all know humans get cold fast in that much snow.
Sam’s best method would be to try and build himself an igloo. A structure like that would be his best way of staying out of the wind and conserving what little heat he has left.
Once they reunited, Sam would need to be placed in a pocket close to Dean’s skin, so he can warm up his little brother and keep him from getting any frostbite.
Dean is pretty scary. Jacob’s handling the situation pretty well, all things considered. Gotta remember that Dean’s a hardened hunter, and even on the show he tends to stray towards playing it safe. Jacob might look harmless but looks are very often deceiving!
Anyway, I couldn’t resist writing out a little something for this question…
The vase settled around Oscar with a hollow, resounding thunk. The heavy finality of it chilled him to the core, and he froze in shock for a full second.
He was trapped.
He was trapped, by a human.
“Oh,” he muttered, a sound more like a whimper and barely on the edge of hearing. His shoulders bunched up and he stared at the cloth bag on the other side of the glass. It was so easy for the human to take it from him. It was so easy for the human to take him, to keep him from running away.
There would be no chance of moving the vase. Oscar was stuck until the gruff, green-eyed giant decided otherwise.
All the stories he’d ever heard about humans said that would never happen. Oscar was claimed and if the human didn’t kill him in anger for his sneaking around and taking food, then he would keep Oscar trapped forever. He’d be grabbed up whenever the human felt like it, just an object of amusement.
Oscar found himself shuffling backwards, his cloth shoes easily sliding along the tabletop. He only stopped when his back pressed against the cold glass behind him, and then he slid weakly to a seat. He stared at the human for a second longer before his lips trembled.
Then, in an effort to block the situation out, Oscar ducked his head and curled up into as small of a ball as he could. His skinny little arms covered his head, and he began to sob quietly.
September 7th excerpt:
An idea hit when he spotted the unused pillow sitting on his bed. Dean didn’t move much when he slept, mostly just curling into his own spot due to having to share the occasional bed with Sam. His little brother would sprawl, taking over as much of the bed as possible and usually leaving Dean with just a corner.
With that in mind, Dean walked over to the bed and lowered his hand to the pillow. Oscar would certainly have plenty of space to himself, and he wouldn’t have to worry about Dean knocking into his pillow.
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For anyone that wants to see their fearless leader!
XD That would be fun! Dean might have to dig Sam out if he sinks too far down!
They haven’t done anything like this, they usually keep pretty busy with hunting so fun and games don’t happen very often. They do slot in movie nights from time to time to get Sam up to date on what’s on. Sam gets back a little of his childhood, but we all know Winchesters don’t take much opportunity for it.
Tiny has the unfortunate (or fortunate) timing of being on a giant’s stomach when they start laughing
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Wouldn’t it be cute if a tiny was just sitting on a giants tum while they tell them a joke, it’s not even that good but all of the sudden the giant bursts out into a huge rumbling belly laugh!
The tiny thinks it feels like some sort of seismic quake as they bounce up suddenly, letting out a little yelp of shock- but after a bit it becomes quite fun, like a bouncy castle and soon they’re both laughing even more!
( I can’t resist putting this out there since we’ve got this exact tumbly scenario in a future story :3)
Dean leaned back against the pillow and dropped Jacob down on his chest so they could watch TV together. The warm light of the television soon bathed the room in a familiar light.
Jacob was winded as he landed, dazed. Of course, he still wasn’t used to how quickly Dean moved at all, so he could hardly register the few seconds between being scooped up again and falling with a gasp from Dean’s hand.
The surface he landed on rose and fell, and there was a familiar pulse thudding away beneath him. Jacob pushed himself up to hands and knees abruptly, staring down in befuddlement at the black fabric of the t-shirt Dean had donned just minutes before. Jacob could feel minor muscle twitches as the chest rhythmically shifted to accommodate lungs that emptied and filled themselves over and over.
“What the hell,” he muttered, completely nonplussed as he tried to at least move himself to a seated position. But the slope and the unfamiliar terrain combined so that Jacob leaned to the side and lost his balance, falling over once again. The TV was ignored as he frowned and made another attempt.
Dean was distracted from the TV as well the moment he felt Jacob tumble down his chest. A smile started to form on his face at the sight of how off-balance the kid was. He chuckled. “You’re like one of those weeble wobbles they used to sell when I was little.” The sight of Jacob tumbling more made him laugh even harder. “Man, I wish I knew about this last night. I could have used a good laugh.”
Jacob felt like he was on a trampoline, with someone else jumping. The surface underneath him now shook up and down a lot faster, causing him to tumble this way and that, or land in a heap only to have the ground disappear again. He couldn’t focus on one thing before he was shaken again and facing something else, so it was little surprise that his scowl could never be aimed at Dean directly.
He was winded with one particular tumble, and it dazed him enough to roll a few inches before he could stop himself. He managed to get a grasp on the fabric of Dean’s shirt, despite the movement all around, and the noise that drowned out everything else. He lost his grip with one hand and scrambled to regain it before the other hand slipped, too.
Jacob wasn’t quick enough. He slipped farther until he was on a softer surface. Dean’s belly shook even more and left him even dizzier. “F-f-fuck y-you,” he managed to stutter out in retort, his arms still flailing for purchase on the shirt to try and halt some of the tumbling.
Dean snorted in response. “You should see your face!” He couldn’t stop the laughter, unavoidably shaking the surface that Jacob was trying to sit up on. Dean had to brush tears from his eyes, muffled chortles still escaping him. “Man, I haven’t laughed like that since I was a kid.”
Taking slight pity on the kid, he pinched Jacob’s hoodie in an attempt to haul him to his feet. With the way Dean’s belly wouldn’t stop shaking from suppressed laughter, it didn’t do either of them much good, but he did manage to catch Jacob’s balance with two fingers and prop him slightly up. “Who needs TV while there’s live entertainment right here?”
September 6th excerpt:
Ignoring the bustle around him from the onset of the early dinner rush, Dean gently pressed a hand over his pocket to reassure the tiny kid within. There wasn’t much else he could do without taking the risk of Oscar being spotted, so he had to settle.
Deal left his hand there for a beat longer after he felt the tiniest little hands push against him. Before dropping his hand away, he nudged where he thought Oscar’s side was, teasing his friend to remind him he was safely out of sight.
Brothers Apart 