May 5th excerpt:
“I never pulled the wings off a dragonfly, but a sprite? I’d do it in a heartbeat, and if you knew what they can do you’d be the same.”
Bobby shook his head as he stabbed SEND with his thumb. “You are one twisted son of a bitch,” he said to Logan before turning away as the phone rang.
The contest for 2018 is over and the voting begins!
Since it’s been two days and I haven’t gotten any notices that I missed any other entries, it’s time for the voting to restart after the early week snafu.
Please go to this link and vote for your favorite entry for both the deviant contest and the tumblr contest!
Results will be announced the first weekend in May!
May 4th excerpt:
Ducking close to one of the houses he was passing by, he lifted the hand holding Jacob up so they could talk quick and shushed the kid, placing a finger lightly against Jacob’s lips to keep him from drawing attention to himself.
May 3rd excerpt:
Jacob struggled then, while they turned away from his home. He couldn’t even see it, with the way his captor held him so close to his chest. Jacob breathed quickly and shoved at the index finger nearest him to no effect. “S-somebody help me! ” he cried out, even knowing his voice was much too quiet for someone to hear. He was the easiest kidnapping victim anyone could have found.
A glance downward showed just how quickly he was being whisked away. He looked straight up, and got a view of the underside of the man’s jaw. “Take me back, man, please! W-we can work something out, just don’t do this.”
The Colt went on a bit of a journey! (Canon Supernatural spoilers to follow)
Bobby certainly did experiment with it, and with Ruby’s help was able to make some more bullets. They used it from time to time on a few baddies, and Dean even tried to use it on Ruby once, but Bela lifted it when she was ‘helping’ them on a case. She tried to trade it to Lilith (never used it on Lilith, so we don’t know if she’s immune. I have a fair idea of what they meant by the five things in all of the universe that can’t be killed with it, I don’t think she would be one of them if even yellow-eyes died to it).
They don’t get it back until Crowley hands it over to use on Lucifer, and make the discovery that it can’t kill anything when he laughs off the attack. After this, the Colt won’t be seen for seasons and seasons until it resurfaces with another Prince of Hell. Thus the Colt wasn’t around for Eve’s brief reign above ground.
Dean would very much like his favorite gun around more!
May 2nd excerpt:
Before he could try thinking of another method, the door barged open. Sam jumped slightly in place, curling his hands protectively around the tiny balled-up kid he’d found, and saw Dean sauntering back in.
May 1st excerpt:
Trying to get a reaction, Sam lightly nudged the kid in the side, hoping to coax him out of his ball. “C’mon, you can’t stay like that forever,” Sam insisted.
I’m excited to hear!
I’d definitely recommend starting with the main storyline, Brothers Apart. It’s where everything started (my writing style evolves with the stories, I started writing these quite a few years ago >o>).
You can find links to all the stories here. We post on three different websites, so it depends on how you like to read. Archive of Our Own does allow downloading the files so they can be seen on e-readers as well, fanfiction tends to be a hot mess, deviantart is the site I started out on.
All the other AUs are self contained (Brothers Lost, Brothers Found, Brothers Consulted, ect…), so you can begin with any of them, but Brothers Apart will have the deepest backstory of them all and tends to lay the groundwork for the rest.
I look forward to hearing what you think!
The contest for 2018 is over and the voting begins!
Since it’s been two days and I haven’t gotten any notices that I missed any other entries, it’s time for the voting to restart after the early week snafu.
Please go to this link and vote for your favorite entry for both the deviant contest and the tumblr contest!
Results will be announced the first weekend in May!
It’s time for the sneak peek earned earlier last week for our upcoming debut of Brothers Kept! Starring Stan and his new borrower, A Friend in Need is coming soon!
Under the watchful eye of Dean’s new owner, Dean tried to dodge the girl’s grab out of instinct. The sight of those hands descending sent his pulse skyrocketing.
There was no use in dodging. He stood a very slight 3.82 inches tall, as his records listed, and under 14 ounces. There was no way for him to fight back against even a single wisp of a girl.
The fingers closed in, expertly pinching around his chest to prevent him from running off. The ring finger and pinky curled around his stomach and waist, and he was left with only his legs dangling free, both arms sealed to his sides.
Dean struggled, his face going white as she plucked him up out of the cage and he saw the yawning abyss stretching out under his feet. Probably no more than two feet up in the air, low enough down to have to look up at everyone, but more than ample a height for Dean to be severely injured if her grip slackened. She could even claim it was an accident if she hated him enough.
The box appeared underneath, and those thoughts vanished as Dean was dropped inside, hitting the ground with a small cry of pain he tried to stifle. He leapt to his feet but was too late to try and get out as the darkness over his head sealed him in, blocking out all light except the four slim slits cut into the box for air, one on each side.
Stan somehow managed to turn his grimace into a friendly smile when the attendant stood and handed him the tiny box. He had to remind his stiff arm to relax enough to take it from her.
“If you’ll be needing supplies, you’ll find we have a wide selection of just about everything to take care of the little things. Plenty of nutrients in the food brands we carry, and state-of-the-art–,”
“Actually,” Stan interrupted her again, hoping he looked less green than he felt, “I just remembered, I’ve got frozen goods in the boot, I really should hurry home. But I’ll take care of it soon!"
Flashing her a grin, Stan tucked the box against his middle and headed out of the store before he could be physically ill. He paid no heed to her startled "Take care!” after him.
Artwork and inspiration for the story all from @wolfie180g!
Brothers Apart 