I’m glad you enjoy my stories and my take on the Winchesters.

If you want to ‘get back to Supernatural,’ on the other hand, and don’t like the way the story is going, I recommend you tune in tonight and watch the new episode. At the end of the day, Brothers Apart is an AU and not actual Supernatural.

I write for enjoyment, and to relax. The fact that other people can enjoy what I write is a bonus. I love to share everything we do. As you can see, I don’t rp unless there are plans to post the rp. I have a high stress, full time job that consumes much of my life and I maintain the blog and write the stories to escape it.

Brothers Apart was derailed last year when I had a falling out with my editor. Because of this, half the stories I had planned for the series, including the one I was currently working on, were scrapped. That’s it. Scrapped. I’m still writing BA, and I still have many plans for it, but they are proceeding slowly.

Since that is going slow (too slow to keep up with a post a week after Lich is done posting), I figured people would enjoy the other stories we write. The other AU’s are exactly that – full fledged AU’s that we worked very hard on, and are excited to share. It’s disappointing to have them reduced to ‘side projects,’ especially since many are designed with supernatural style stories in mind, and are richer in content with the added input than any story I could ever come up with on my own.


From neonthewrite:

I was wondering if something like this would ever come in. Considering the crap that the various canon non-Winchester characters get from the fandom, it’s not surprising at all.

Not precisely sure what about my involvement offends, but I dunno what to tell ya, nonny. I enjoy writing with nightmares and her interpretation of the Winchester bros. has good chemistry with my own characters. As long as she’ll have me, I’m gonna keep writing with her. Like she said, we do this for fun, and we do it for ourselves.

It’s not a job and we certainly aren’t machines. We’re people. With, y’know, feelings and such. ‘,:T

For those of you who are enjoying yourselves, I hope you continue and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting a couple of stressed creators with your interest and kind words!

March 23rd excerpt:

“Jacob, you can’t just keep us under the bucket,” Sam called out, his voice loud enough to escape the bucket. “You’re going to have to let us out eventually.”

Jacob sat back and ran a hand through his hair absently. He stared down at the bucket and contemplated Sam’s words. “Yeah, I … holy shit,” he answered distractedly, unsure of what he could even say to them. He’d just trapped them without even thinking about it.

Sam’s clothing in Brothers Asunder is all sprite made (with a few differences, seeing as he doesn’t have to accommodate wings). Generally, that means soft, earthy-colored cotton clothes of simple design. His shirts would mostly be simple brown or green garments – sprites don’t do buttons.

His pants are sturdy and breathable, and some are decorated with vine-like patterns at the side seams. They are tucked into knee-high boots. The boots lace up at the front and are more supple than heavy, lending themselves perfectly to dexterous movement.

Sam wears a long-sleeved jacket cut to about mid-thigh. It is, like most sprite garments, simple in design, lacking a lapel or even anything to fasten it shut. The grass-green jacket with elegant patterning at the hem is the uniform for a Knight of Wellwood. Most of the knights’ jackets have slits up the back for their wings but Sam’s does not need them. Even so, he wears his sword belt around the jacket like they do.

He’s made some minor modifications to his jacket. Among these are a hidden inner pocket for his quintessential knife, made for him by Dean before he was cursed and thus one of his most cherished possessions. Sam is the only knight who carries a knife in addition to the rapiers they all carry.

March 22nd excerpt: 

Leaping out from behind the backpack, Sam pulled out his rapier and held it towards the human. There was no doubt in his mind that he would actually use the sword if he needed to.

Sprites were pacifists. Sam was not.

“Let my brother go, you mountain of snakeskin!” Sam called out in a commanding voice. It wavered slightly at the sight of how much bigger the human was compared to them both, even just sitting down. He pressed stubbornly on. “He never did anything to you!”

Worry shone in Dean’s green eyes as he glanced towards the window. The sunset had arched across the sky with scattered red clouds and a shock of the last rays, but now it was dark and foreboding outside. The roaring pattern of rain started up seconds after the rumble of thunder died down.

A light flickered in the room, and that sealed Dean’s resolve. “C’mon guys, game’s over,” he muttered. He slipped off the edge of the bed, padding over to them on socked feet. He sank to the ground, holding his hand out. He didn’t want to risk them out in the room if the power went out. They were too small, and he was too big.

Lightning flashed outside again, and Sam bounced to his feet in surprise. He ran towards Dean’s hand as the thunder rumbled again.

The second rumble of thunder motivated Oscar to bound towards the offered hand, too. He nearly stumbled on the carpet threads, but he managed to keep his feet and run to Dean’s outstretched fingers. He hopped up before the next flicker of all the lamps in the room.

Oscar crouched down on Dean’s palm, looking wide-eyed up at the human. “Th-the thunder’s a lot louder out here than in the walls,” he said. His gaze strayed to the window in time for a more subdued flash and an upswing in the rain. Oscar’s hand found Sam’s arm almost on reflex, anchoring himself to the other kid and knowing he wasn’t by himself while the sky raged outside. “It’s still loud in there, too, though,” he added in a quieter voice.

Dean lifted his hand away from the ground as the two kids huddled together. Before he went to stand, he cupped his hand against his chest, bringing up his second hand to shield them like he was protecting a flickering candle from the wind. Hidden from sight, another human would never know what Dean had cupped against his chest. Two tiny, fragile children that trusted him.

He stood and made his way over to the bed that was farthest from the window. “You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Dean promised them while he moved. “You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

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March 21st excerpt: 

“C’mon, won’t you chill? I said I wouldn’t hurt you. Won’t you talk to me? At least tell me your name and what you are!”

“I don’t want to!”

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you a reason!”

We made it Sam, Dean and Oscar’s first snow day after Sam’s curse!


Oscar found himself with two eager hands around his arm, tugging him out of bed and out of sleepiness. With his free hand, he rubbed his eyes to wake up a little faster.

“Sam?” he slurred. “It isn’t Sat … Saturday again yet, right?” he asked, a yawn cutting his question off in the middle.

“Nope!” Sam said excitedly as bounced to his feet. “It’s even better! ”

While Oscar was waking up, Sam excitedly moved around the room, unable to contain himself. His grey cloth bag from Oscar was slung over his shoulders, and it bumped against his side while he moved. A steady stream of words passed his lips with no way of knowing how much actually sank into Oscar’s mind in his sleepy haze.

“You’ll have to get something to cover up your hands, and maybe some extra shirts,” Sam prattled happily on, “I even have the extra dollhouse shirts that Dean got me on so I keep warm. And nice and warm feet, can’t let them get cold or we’ll have to come in early. I mean, how many times do we get a snow day this early on in the year?!” His eyes shone with his excitement.

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Contest Announcement!

For everyone who’s working on an entry to the contest, it’s that time! There is 11 days left until the contest closes, and that means there is one very big, important question to ask!

Do you need more time for your entry?

Now, if your entry needs more time, message me on tumblr at @nightmares06, email me at 

brothersapart.spn@gmail.com, or note me on deviantart. I will not answer this question through asks or fanmail, it has to be done through direct messaging. Any asks or fanmail will be disregarded!

If more time is needed, I will announce a contest extension through the blog and deviantart so all know about it.