April 23rd excerpt:

With a wince, Sam scooted his boot close to his duffel bag. “Please nothing jump out, please nothing jump out…” he said under his breath, pulling his gun out and holding it clasped between his hands, ready to shoot if something did leap out, and hoping it wasn’t something stupid like a spider.

Pushing his boot under the edge of the duffel bag, Sam flipped it away to reveal what was hiding in the corner.

brothersapart?

gtanddragons:

I REALLY love the “Brothers Apart” series from what I’ve seen, but I feel so guilty because I never seem to have the time to catch up on what’s going on ;;; That and I really need to rewatch the earlier seasons of SPN, oof. It’s been far too long since it was a major love of my life.

Aaa, I love your blog too!

Well, Dean is smol and captured, and Stan is tol, and there was a woman who captured Dean and has experience doing such things… but beyond that I’m not sure what to make of the AU for afin, especially since you said it’s very different than previous AUs. Has Dean been a little his whole life this time?

  • Dean has not been a little all his life. Though you might see other characters in the stories swap between borrower-for-life and curse-victim, the Winchesters need their past as humans to really be Winchesters, at least for me.
  • Dean is smol and captured. The woman didn’t capture him.
  • Stan is Stan.

AFIN – A Friend In Need

You will go down as the best name-guesser for the story acronyms! (Other sneak peeks on the way during the week from the rest of the guesses we got)

AFIN is indeed A Friend in Need, but since this is a completely new AU, before we give the full sneak peek, can anyone guess what’s going on in the story? Because this is different than what we’ve tried before, and we’re excited to hear what everyone thinks!


Dean was small. Insignificant. Nothing, a voice whispered in his mind.

A shock ran through Dean and he drew back from the fingertip like the glass had burned him, quickly pulling his sleeve down over his hand and trying to scrub away the scratches like the leather could possibly fix the mess he’d made.

April 22nd excerpt:

In a rage, Dean stormed out of the corner, unable to contain himself any longer. He grabbed the stupid silver bell and whipped it through the air, slamming against the glass to bounce harmlessly off. “Son of a bitch! ”

Night Fright

indigomasquerade97:

This is for @brothersapart 2018 contest, and is set in the story where Dean got cursed alone. He meets some… interesting people in the motel one night. Things go downhill very fast.


Dean grumbled to himself, looking around at the mostly bare dresser top. There was nothing here except for a clock and some pamphlets. He rubbed at his neck, willing that stupid knack of his to work right. It had never really steered him wrong – items that seemed useless at the time would always have a use shortly after they were found – but there was nothing here. No leftover food, no small items he could reuse in ways they weren’t originally designed for, nothing that he could take back home.

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April 21st excerpt:

Green eyes that put Dean’s to shame, a shock of red hair that looked perfectly wild and a pale complexion that nearly matched the borrowers who never saw the sun, the man touched the glass near Dean with a long finger that outsized the borrower.

Captivated by the intense gaze, Dean couldn’t help but lean forward and flatten his hand against the side of the glass to see the sheer difference between them. Compared to Stan’s fingertip, his hand was too small to fill the entire area, the tips of his fingers falling just short. He could make out every crevice and crack, the whorls of a fingerprint clearer than the words Dean had carved into the wall of his cage.

April 20th excerpt:

Dean couldn’t hide a scowl, backing into a corner in the hopes of evading her. He knew it was hopeless, but he had to try.

The grab that came was quick and decisive. Instead of trying to pry him out, she merely nudged a finger against his legs, prodding hard enough to bruise the skin by his kneecap. With a cry, he tumbled to his knees and found himself swept up into a light grasp, a familiar hold used on stubborn borrowers.