June 5th excerpt:
The distant sound of breathing came to Sam, heavy enough for a human, but there was no sense that they were up. “We’re clear,” he said quietly. “But the room ain’t. Someone’s in there.”
Dean nodded. “Just like old times, right?”
Sam grinned back. “It’s been a while since we raided a room like this.”
June 4th excerpt:
“Okay,” Jacob spoke softly, already adopting a mindset towards being as quiet as he could. “What should the plan be once they point out the right trailer?” he asked, glancing in the mirror to meet Sam’s gaze before looking down at his pocket. He brushed his fingertips just barely over the small form slumped within. “Got a plan?”
Lulled to a half-sleep inside the pocket interior, Dean gave a slight jolt when huge fingers brushed against his side. The voice rumbled overhead, reminding him where he was just then. Not at home, safely hidden away in the walls. Their friend was lost and in trouble, and they needed to find him.
With wobbly knees, Dean stood with one hand against each side of the pocket to stay standing. The thick threads made it easy to hang on and hold himself up, and he shoved the pocket flap out of his way to see where they were.
June 2nd excerpt:
Sam grabbed onto Dean’s wrist. “It’s not working, is it?” he demanded in a hush out of habit. When Dean didn’t respond, he yanked the hand away. His eyes blew wide. “Dean!”
Dean’s brow was furrowed in pain instead of concentration, and a trail of blood ran down his face from his nose. Sam grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him to break his concentration.
Blinking his eyes open, Dean groaned, slumping into Sam’s arms. Both brothers fell to their knees in Jacob’s hand when Dean sent them both off balance. “If you think it’s so easy, you do it! I don’t see a handbook lying around that’s all about how our Wonder Twin powers activate!”
The pie that led Dean there in the first place vanished into the depths of the mini-fridge, forever out of reach for anyone his size. The way the fridge was designed with the airtight seal rendered it beyond their ability to open. If they could ever find a way to get in, getting to the food itself would be child’s play. The hooks they used for climbing would catch on the shelves and railings of the fridge without a problem. Dean’s bag was bigger than Sam’s, and he used every bit of that space when they were out searching for supplies. If he could fill it with food that he knew went to waste in the motel’s mini refrigerators …
Dean stared back up at the human’s words, his face clouded. The entire reason he was in the room was now out of reach, and he realized it always had been. He’d put both himself and Sam at risk for it. The only shining light was Sam evading capture. If their roles were reversed, he’d never forgive himself.
As he always did, Dean put his trademark snark to good use building a wall around his emotions. “If you didn’t go causing earthquakes with your big stomping feet, I wouldn’t have to be a ninja,” he griped up at Jacob, letting years and years worth of resentment shine through in his tone with a convenient target for it in sight. His voice bounced back at him from the glass, only fueling his frustration. “You left the pie out, that made it fair game.”
“Is that so,” Jacob answered through a chuckle that he poorly concealed. It was very difficult for him not to find that teeny tiny glare and endless sass entertaining. Whoever this guy was, whatever he was, he was funny. Jacob really hoped they could come around to some kind of understanding soon.
Excerpt from The Road Not Taken
Artwork by @lamthetwickster
May 23rd excerpt:
“You shake the fuckin’ ground, dude, holy shit.”
“He’s actually doing a lot better,” Sam chimed in loyaly. “You shoulda seen what it was like the first time we ran into him. Aside from all the grabbing and all that.”
“Just imagine seein’ that guy comin’ at you when you’re tryin’ to climb down from a table,” Dean grumbled to the side. “Snatched me right off my rope.” His hand absently brushed the hook dangling out of the duffel slung over his shoulders. A thick black thread from a sewing kit they’d found in an occupied room years back served as the climbing rope. “Godzilla, Jolly Green… whatever fits at the time.”
“Dean never gets tired of coming up with nicknames,” Sam snickered.
“C’mon,” Jacob muttered, getting his finger and thumb pinched on the flat of the blade. It was delicate work, he realized, seeing that tiny hand clenched around the handle with a certain white-knuckled desperation. Jacob didn’t want to break the little weapon or the hand holding it, but he didn’t want to get sliced up either. It had to go, at least until he could calm the tiny man down.
The man fought back against his motions with a growing desperation, but nothing could stop the knife from slowly being pulled free of his grip. Jacob could have sworn he could feel the small legs trying to push against the inside of his fist for leverage during the short tug-of-war. One that he would have won instantly if he wasn’t doing his best to not hurt the little guy. Those fingers were tiny.
Once he managed to wrestle the knife free, he immediately set it down next to the tiny leather duffel bag for safe keeping. He stared with a faint frown at the cut on his finger before looking back at the little guy in his fist with a bemused look. “Gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming. Where’d you even get a knife like that?” he asked.
“What’s it to you?” Dean griped, still doing his best to struggle free of the constricting fingers wrapped all the way around him. “I don’t think they come in your size, Sasquatch!” The last thing he was going to do was open up to his captor and go Oh, hey. I made that as a test run for a present I wanted to make my little brother. Silver blade and all.
Excerpt from The Road Not Taken.
Wonderful artwork by @rerak-sketchbook!
Had a story in my head after watching the latest episode, so if anyone’s interested, check it out:
A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.
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–A bonus of this story is it is the first official appearance of Brothers Lost Dean as he makes a surprise guest appearance, so if you want to see what he’s like, check it out! Spoilers for episode 11×17! –
Do not mess with the tiny Dean! Do not!
Artwork commissioned from @homeiswheretheheartsare
February 23rd excerpt:
Dean narrowed his eyes, then stalked towards Jacob’s side. “You all owe me some pie after that scare,” he griped as he started to scale up the human, digging his boots into Jacob more forcefully than normal. There was no way he was going to let Sam hang out in a hand all on his own after all that.
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up as he felt the little kicks in his side from Dean’s climb. He didn’t complain, however, letting the small hunter get his point across in his own way. Dean had been in worse moods before, after all. He kept an eye on Dean’s progress, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally knock him off balance and focusing on not twitching each time a tiny boot dug into his side.
February 18th excerpt:
Dean scooped up the wires and pins into his arms and started to pack them away into his duffel. “No, I think you’re good. This is more than I asked for. I might have to start hiding the pins from Sam soon, he might throw them at me if he has to sit around much longer.”
Jacob snickered at the image of Sam tossing around pins the size of small daggers to him. They would be like slightly bulky throwing knives. “Maybe,” Jacob agreed, raising an eyebrow appraisingly at the pins as Dean stashed them away.
Brothers Apart 