They’ve innovated a few different types of weapons for him, including his hook, but this hasn’t occurred to them. Normally they stick to stuff that’s more useful against the monsters they hunt– Silver, iron, salt and such. This kind of thing would be more useful against rodents and people, and Sam’s grown used to his knife for defense.
(Legos are a form of torture implement)
This is a fun thought! I think it’s pretty much universally accepted by us the writers that once one leaves the Lounge, they carry on in their usual AU like they never left, not remembering their time mingling with the other AUs.
That being said, Sherlock would certainly want to do as much science as he can before he leaves the Lounge, as long as he’s allowed the proper equipment. Testing blood samples, comparing and contrasting reactions. I can see him snagging a hair from giant!Jacob to examine closely at such a large scale. Anyone who messes with his science will be scolded! …unless they’re a smol kiddo, in which case he will have absolutely no evens.
If he could think of a way, Sherlock would most definitely try to sneak into other AUs, if only to see how the main characters of that world interact with it and deal with their cases and problems. Whether or not he’d succeed is a different story.
Actually, this is an idea we’ve had floating about since last winter, and I think now’s a good time to reveal the AU! We’ve got a plot planned out (and many, many cutes because it starts off with Weechesters and kiddo Oz), and just gotta get ourselves moving on it!
Even if the brothers aren’t cursed, this still occurs in a Brothers Apart AU, with the lore and characters we all know and love.
Brothers United– By chance, Sam and Dean go to Knights Inn instead of Trails West, and find themselves pushed into a world they never dreamed existed within their own.
He had to admit, these guests were unusual. Two younger humans, one of them a teenager, called the room their temporary home. Oscar hadn’t heard an adult in there since they checked in. For some reason, the two boys were on their own. It was kind of like Oscar, in a small way. They had their routines and they left the room during the days like most humans did. They didn’t have to mutter absently to themselves like Oscar, since they had each other to bicker with.
That wasn’t the difference that emboldened him to sneak into their room, though. Unlike Oscar, these strange young humans had food.
His entrance to this particular room came through a vent low in the wall. He had already waited a long time, watching for a chance. It had come when the older boy, a loud and confident type, had announced he was going to get them some dinner. Oscar wished absently that he could have given his own order just like the younger human kid, but it was imperative that they never know he was there.
If they found out he existed, they could capture him. They could hurt him or keep him trapped, a punishment for sneaking around and trespassing in their room. It never would matter that he was born in the motel. To a human, he was a pest invading on their space.
Despite the worry, he couldn’t ignore what he’d spotted under the table from a different vent. After the older boy took off, leaving the younger one sitting at the table, Oscar had hopped out of the vent and scurried under the dresser. From there, he had a straight shot to the dropped crumbs under the table, leftover from a bag of trail mix. He never even had to put himself in sight of the human, though he was as silent as ever as soon as he emerged from the other side of the dresser.
The human’s foot tapped against the floor absently, and high above him the underside of the table echoed with the scratching of a pencil. Oscar swallowed drily and steeled his nerves. The human was busy. He couldn’t see him and he wouldn’t hear him walking on the carpet fibers. This wasn’t even the first time he’d snuck under the table like this.
The vibration in the floor from the tapping foot was a drumbeat for his nerves. Oscar snatched up a discarded piece of granola, easily half the size of his head. Some days, that was enough for his one meal of the day.
This time, as he stuffed the food into his bag, he had a chance to grab more. A raisin, smaller than most, caught his eye near one of the table legs. He snapped that up, too, and it disappeared into his cloth bag.
He was ready to leave and dive back into the safety of the walls when he spotted it. A splash of color against the drab, faded pattern of the carpet. Oscar’s eyes were wide as he stared at it, and the tremors in the floor fell away for a moment. He’d never, ever seen candy left out before. He knew without a doubt that he was staring at a dropped piece of something more flavorful than he’d ever had in his life.
The only problem was it wasn’t under the table.
He glanced over to the tapping shoe again. The candy was out on the floor, a foot and a half and no farther from the table leg. It was on the side of the table where the human sat in his enormous chair, but so far the other kid hadn’t moved at all.
Did he dare risk it?
This AU is full of cutes! We’ve got a full-sized Sammy and Dean, paired up with the smolest of the smols! Thank @justanothergiant for the wonderful work on the commission, they made the story come to life before it even exists!
“Sam, stop feeding him all sugar. Sam?!”
Sounds just like something he would do! Drive the knife in a little deeper on his year-old prank, remind Sherlock that nothing he did could protect his shoes from the wrath of Dean!
It does sound adorable, but I have a few ideas of my own for Brothers Saved! This wouldn’t fit into my plans. Sam’s fight with John is already planned out, and it’s not going to all go down the same way this time because the circumstances are changed. Sam’s not fighting for his independence this time, he’s fighting for Dean’s. The older brother he looks up to, the person who taught him about hunting long before John considered it.
Domestic AUs are not my cup of tea. I encourage if anyone wants to write this out to go for it, but I’m here for action, adventure, horror, suspense. Feels and stress and angst. @neonthebright could tell you how antsy I get when the fluff scenes start to go on for chapters, because I’m itching to get back to the action. So this kind of thing will be in short supply over here.
We even have ideas thought up for Brothers Saved in multiple AUs, so it may get split into different AUs in the future.
As it is, I have given a lot of thought to Sam, Dean and John’s relationship, for better or worse, and as this probably won’t be finished for posting for some time, I’ll give you a peek:
Sam glared at John, breathing hard. He’d come home this afternoon from the store to find John back without warning from a case, talking fast and explaining exactly what he needed from Sam, where they needed to go, and how important it was that they get ready and stop dragging your damn heels.
All this was well and fine, about what the eighteen-year-old expected. Never mind that Sam was a few weeks from graduation, and they needed to study for an exam. Dean would want in on a hunt anytime he got the chance.
And then the real fight began.
John shot back that Dean needed to stay behind. He would just hold them back at his size. He went so far as to say he’d already explained such to Dean, they had no use for his ‘attempts to act normal’ getting in the way of a hunt.
“I can’t believe you said that to him!”
“Of course I said it to him! Someone has to tell him these things!”
“Dean knows what he’s doing,” Sam growled out. “You would know that if you ever bothered with him!” His voice rose higher with each word until he was shouting.
John was right in his face, spitting back. By all rights, they should have come to blows. “He needs to respect his limitations, Sam! All it takes is one second with your guard down, and he’ll be dead! ”
If Sam was to do the entire motel, it could easily take a month or more if he wanted to cover every possible place that littles could be. For his purposes, he will stick close to Dean’s room and look at the closest hallways. He’s checking for signs that anyone lives at the motel; small bootprints, signs that the inner wall has been modified to be more accessible, stuff like that.
He won’t ask to stay in a motel after their hunt is done unless he finds trace of his people.
(originally sent to @nightmares06)
Lol, if anyone tried tapping, they’d have a very miffed little Dean to answer to! Someone would have to chase away onlookers to scatter them and give the smols privacy.
I was thinking of something like little tables at the center of each table, then something similar on the raised portion of the bar, giving the smols their own separate yet still integrated places to stay. The trickster surely won’t have a problem serving them drinks! (May they never figure out who he is)
I think random characters from the AUs (the field borrowers, the Watches, Moira and others) would drift in and out of the room, while the main characters of the stories would be there all the time unless they have their story going. I’m sure Walt would enjoy a drinking game or two!
I’ve actually never
read the poem, or
gone to see Cats (my high school picked Jekyll and Hyde instead, I had voted for Cats myself), so I had to look this one up.
Really, Dean’s main issue is going to be the constant sneezing. How’s he supposed to think straight to figure things out when his head’s filled with cotton balls, his nose won’t stop running, and his eyes itch like nuts? He’ll be convinced it’s all a ploy to get the best of him.
The bros might be better to handle the supernatural aspect of things with clear heads, since Sherlock might be none too pleased to hear about the strange feats of the cat, determined to find a reasonable explanation for it all.
Well, the only reason there hasn’t been more up until now is because of personal issues after the convention in January, keeping me from writing, and then when I did start writing again, I finished off the Brothers Apart story I was working on instead of starting a new project.
The Brothers Saved 2 post was just the first of a few quick shorts I wrote up for the AU this week, and more will follow very shortly.
It sounds like a great idea! Though the brothers don’t often put time aside for personal projects, I can see this being a weekend thing if either of them needs to take a break and recuperate from a hunting injury. They could even make some for the field burrow, supplies are always welcome there. And the littles living there are always up for a trade, especially with some of the stuff they craft themselves.
Brothers Apart 