The air sprites of Aeternum, they look so wonderfully angelic, but don’t be taken in by it. They are tempestuous and ill-tempered if you push the wrong buttons.
Looks deceive.
Air sprite commission by @gtridel
Right now, gt-ridel is running a pay-what-you-want commission drive to raise money for rent, so pop on by her page and give her wonderful art a go!
In case you were wondering what Oscar looks like as a child, wonder no more. This photo is what the little guy would look like if he were properly fed. Let’s hope the Weechesters can get him looking more like this while they’re visiting the Knight’s Inn in Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines. Oscar must have more to eat! Get this kid some pie!
(Pictured is actor Logan Lerman from his role in The Butterfly Effect)
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: 1980
( Part 3 of 6 )
Heavy thuds were approaching the room. The table his cage was on started to quiver with the power, a power that humans took for granted. The instinct to run rose up in Walt, but there was nowhere to go.
No place to hide.
He stiffened in place as a dark shadow fell over the door. He didn’t twitch so much as a muscle as the shadow began to bend down to open the door. Normally, that instinct would help hide him in plain sight if he had no other choice. Here, it would do him no good.
Instead of the rattling of a key, a steady series of clicks could be heard coming from the doorknob. Brow furrowing, Walt pulled himself to his feet. Never, in all his 19 years of life had he heard the like.
He wrapped a hand around one of the steel mesh bars behind him. He needed support to stay on his feet after days of not moving aside from using the bathroom (a small pile of woodchips he’d fashioned himself out of the scattered bits on the floor), or eating the scant food given to him.
Something clicked in the door.
It swung open, the towering mass of wood handled by the human like it was child’s play. Walt or his people would never hope to be able to budge such a massive construct like that.
The man that came into the room was big.
Tall, dark haired, yet with piercing blue eyes just like Walt, the human stared around the room. He let the door swing closed behind him. He steadily searched through the room from where he was standing, not moving a muscle as he took it all in.
His eyes found the cage. They locked onto Walt.
“Ah, hell,” Bobby Singer cursed.
If I understand this right, no, the curse has never been removed. Sam’s been small the entire time ever since that one fateful day. Whether it gets removed or not will most likely be the culmination of the series and the focus of their struggle against Celeste.
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: 1980
( Part 2 of 6 )
Walt’s back was to the steel mesh of the cage. The wall lay beyond, towering over his head. If he was to stare straight up at where it intersected the ceiling, he would get vertigo.
Humans were that big.
He was alone at the moment. The humans that had captured him were out celebrating. They anticipated he would pull in a large sum of cash in the black markets. There was no way out for him, after all. No escape.
No hope.
Only the knowledge that his small wife would mourn him.
No one else.
She was so fragile. Barely a wisp of a girl that had taken in his sorry ass. They were even hoping to have their first child soon. Continue on with the next generation of the Watch family.
Now it seemed his family line would end with him. The last surviving son of a dead line. The youngest brother was now the last.
He prayed that Mallory would move on without him. Find someone new to share her love with. She deserved all that and more. If he wasn’t around to give it to her, there would be someone else out there that would. There had to be.
That thought was all he had to hold on to.
He stared straight ahead, unmoving. For minutes at a time he didn’t even blink. Time passed at a crawl, but it did pass. The light outside started to shift to evening and he knew his time would soon come.
It wasn’t long after the warm hue of sunset began to spill into the room that he was made aware of a new sound infringing on his silence.
Footsteps.
Well, I never said I hated them… but boy do they need a rework. I’d end up rewriting them if ever I touched them again. Completely.
Back in the time that this fic takes place, Sam is only 10 and Dean is 14. This means Dean stands only 5′6″ tall as opposed to his 6′1″ adult self, and Sam has been downsized to 2.6 inches verses his adult 4 inches. (Also known as 4′2″ and 6′4″)
All pictures from Home of the Nutty.
This is a special prompt, inspired by several different asks I’ve received recently. Which ones will remain unknown until the story conclusion. Walt’s background has been planned out for a long time.
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: 1980
( Part 1 of 6 )
It’s funny how silence is.
It creeps in on you, weighing you down like a tangible substance.
Every sound becomes magnified.
A creak in the wall could be the end approaching. The quiet rustle of the curtains against the window was a threat in the still air.
The silence itself will eventually become deafening. All thought is washed away in the stillness. It is like the roar of the ocean as it wears down the shoreline.
Walt sat in silence.
His eyes remained glued on his greatest enemy. His nemesis. A construct created by humanity for the purpose of keeping things they wanted to keep. A pet, an object, not a person with a mind and will of his own. Trapped inside a steel mesh cage with wires that were thicker than his fingers. A human might hope to bend them. Walt would never be so lucky.
He stared at the lock that sat innocuously clasped around the cage door.
For days he’d sat inside the cage. Trapped like nothing more than an animal. Fed a base diet of stale crackers and water almost absently by people that couldn’t be bothered to care about the person they had snatched away from his life.
Mallory must think he was dead.
It was what he’d expect if he was the one waiting. To be caught and killed. Humans thought they were pests, after all. Rodents to be snuffed out. If the careful gathering of supplies went noticed by the humans that ran the small bed and breakfast, Trails West, mouse traps would begin to appear around the kitchen areas.
Those were dark times. The small people that lived in the walls would do their best to help their only allies in the world, the mice, find food. Everyone would have to band together, and even that was dangerous. Gathering all the families in one place would put them all at risk, make them easier to find.
But sometimes it needed to be done.
There was safety, and danger, in numbers.
While he’s too young to hunt, he’d stay at the room on his own if they knew it was safe. It isn’t long before they decide that’s not the best plan, and he starts to stick with Dean on hunts. The two brothers work together as an effortless team even with the size discrepancy.
Even after John vanishes into thin air and leaves them to fend for themselves, the world isn’t so bad as long as they stick together. After all, Dean needs someone to haul his ass out of trouble.
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Brothers Apart 