No worries about spoilers over here! In fact, out of all three of the curse victims we have in our AUs (Dean, Sam and Jacob), Jacob is the slowest.

Compared to the brothers, he has the least experience. He also tends to be more deliberate in his actions, and is the least likely to jump into things without thinking (or looking). He won’t be breaking any of Sam’s records for a long, long time.

Here’s an excerpt with our smol Jacob trying to keep up with his adopted brother Sammy!


When Sam darted towards the table, Jacob was quick to follow. As he ran he took his grappling rope from where he’d propped it on his shoulder and got a solid grip around the hook so it didn’t bounce against him as he ran. He felt his pulse pounding in his hands. The open air yawned above them, but Jacob managed not to gape around at everything as he ran.

Focus. Focus was key.

He stumbled to a stop at the base of the table. Staring straight up, Jacob uncoiled the twine in his hands. He knew without looking that Sam was doing the same with his own grappling line, a fishhook and some clear, sturdy fishing line. Jacob reared back, ready to throw his hook straight into the air, following the example Sam and Walt had set time and time again. At least this was something Jacob had figured out how to do fairly quickly; ever since shrinking, he’d found he was a lot stronger than he’d expect, and throwing something like a small hook up to the table was easy for him.

Of course, getting the hook that high was only half the battle. While Sam’s grappling hook caught on the edge of the table, Jacob’s bounced off it and fell back down. “Fuckdammit,” he swore, gathering up the twine to try again.

Sam was already well ahead of him. Thankfully, the hook caught on the second throw, and Jacob could begin his cautious climb upwards. He was more careful, less sure of himself, so he took more time to squirrel his way up to the table. Jacob always kept his focus on the rope in front of him, praying his grip never wavered.

Sam reached the top of the table in no time, hauling himself over the edge. He did a brief check of how secure the grip of his and Jacob’s hooks were, making sure that Jacob’s wouldn’t slip on him. They’d leave the hooks at the ready for the trip down, or for any emergencies. It was a bad idea to remove their only escape path. Climbing down the legs of the table with nothing more than hands and feet was a dangerous and slow venture, not one to risk if it could be avoided.

He waited by the edge while Jacob made his way to the top, surveying the room from above. Getting such a point of view was rare, and was something that needed to be taken advantage of when possible.

When Jacob reached the top, Sam offered him a hand to help him over the edge. He eyed the immense door at the other end of the room while he did so, narrowing his eyes at the serene sunlight that filtered its way into the room.

@nightmares06:

Though I adore all the AUs, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a favorite. Brothers Lost is irresistible, from the fact that both brothers are tiny to the way Dean is a tiny rumpled innocent when it comes to drinking! It has new and fresh interactions and a ton of story ideas! Tiny Dean is my personal fave (though I do love tol Dean as well).

@neonthewrite:

I, too, have a favorite, though it’s a very close race. I think Brothers Found just barely wins out against Brothers Adopted for me. I love tiny Jacob, but tol Jacob is how he’s really meant to be. He’s such a gentle giant and he tries so hard to make sure little Sam is at ease around him (as I’m sure you’ll start to see as the chapters unfold in Chasing Family).

Shrunken Jacob has super strength! All of the littles in the Brothers Apart related AUs have greater proportional strength than a human; this is why Sam and Dean in Brothers Lost can haul each other around like kittens. Jacob, however, has even more strength than that. It helps a ton that he can carry supplies that the others would have to leave. He can also open Tupperwares when they go to raid the kitchen, leaving a wider variety of food available for his family.

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If you have any questions for any of the AU’s or any of the characters, including the ones that belong to @neonthewrite or @borrowedtimeandspace, feel free to send in an ask!

AU’s include (click the link for the story/sneak peeks):

  • Brothers Apart || Sam was hit with a witch’s curse and found himself separated from his family and only four inches tall.
  • Brothers Consulted || After being warned about the residents of 221B, Sam and Dean move in anyway and have a fateful encounter with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 

  • Brothers Together || Where Dean rescues Sam after he’s cursed.
  • Brothers Adopted || Sam takes in Jacob as an adopted brother after Jacob is cursed, and teaches him how to survive.
  • Brothers Found || Jacob discovers Sam at the motel he was cursed at, and catches him.
  • Brothers Lost || Sam and Dean were cursed together.
  • Brothers Asunder || Sam is adopted by sprites.
  • Brothers Unexpected || Kiddo Sam is caught and adopted by five year old Jake and his family while states away Dean catches Oscar in the Knights Inn.

Suggestions are always welcome, and inspiration comes from all sources!

We are creating our own little multiverse over here!

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A Friendly Neighborhood

neonthewrite:

I chose Jacob Andris for this one. The number corresponds to “Ice Cream”, which was a tough one to place until @nightmares06 gave me a suggestion. This takes place when Jacob is 14, in the Supernatural AU that she and I collaborated on, Brothers Adopted (find out more about it here).

Reading Time: ~5-10 minutes


Jacob had been drawn outside to the tinny sound of the ice cream van, along with a gaggle of other youth ranging from his mid-teen age to a couple kids barely past the toddler stage, clutching their mothers’ hands and pointing out what they wanted from the colorful menu splashed on the side of the van. His mom was out, so she couldn’t even try to discourage him from indulging in something for himself.

They were on vacation; weren’t they supposed to be treating themselves a little?

It was the first road trip he’d been able to take with family in a long time. His mother didn’t like to drive long distances too often, and she had trouble getting the time off work to make a trip in the first place. That, coupled with the fact that Jacob was only 14 and thus not permitted to drive, meant that this trip took a lot more planning ahead than many road trips tended to.

Jacob made sure to wait towards the back of the group crowded around the van. The smiling ice cream vendor took orders from the younger kids, patiently waiting for them to make up their minds and taking their piles of change with a good-natured laugh. By the time the rest had been served, Jacob had been standing there with his hands in his gray hoodie pocket for nearly ten minutes.

“Oh, I didn’t forget ya, kiddo, I might just have something left for you,” the man greeted as Jacob finally approached him. “What’ll ya have?”

Jacob smiled back, put at ease by the man’s cheerful nature. He was willing to bet that attitude sold more ice cream than the bored looks of some vendors. “I’ll just have an ice cream sandwich, dude,” he replied, already digging into his jeans pocket for his  money.

“That’ll be two-fifty,” the vendor replied, before turning to rummage in one of his freezers. Jacob found two crumpled ones in his pocket, and sorted out enough coins to make up the rest. These he placed in the man’s hand just as he turned back with Jacob’s purchase ready. “Thanks bud, enjoy it!”

“You bet,” Jacob replied, stepping back from the curb so the van could pull away and find another neighborhood to entice.

Jacob unwrapped his prize on the way back to the motel room. The breeze carried the scents of the nearby fields mixed with the pungent odor of asphalt from the parking lot. The wide dome of the Kansas sky was already tinting in yellow and pink, signalling a coming sunset. Jacob’s mom had headed out to get some food and supplies (all their planning and she’d forgotten her toothbrush).

He paused at the door of their room to glance back out over the parking lot. The motel wasn’t very busy, with most of its parking stalls empty. A flickering Vacancy! sign desperately called for more guests, right underneath the big moniker of the motel itself: Trails West.

After watching the sky a few minutes, Jacob wandered back into the room. He locked the door not out of paranoia, but out of respect for his mom’s wishes; she didn’t want someone to barge in at any point.

Facing the room, Jacob almost swore he saw a small shape darting under the dresser. He paused with his eyebrows raised, before shrugging and ambling into the room without concern. They were only there for the night, and the mice probably wouldn’t do any harm. Just don’t let mom spot you, little guys, he warned them in his head.

He flopped onto his bed with the remainder of his ice cream and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. He absently unclasped his necklace, a twine choker with a single green bead, to set it safely on the nightstand. After that, he settled in, already thinking with excitement of the day ahead of them.

Jacob was nearly done with his treat when a knock came at the door. He tilted his head and glanced at the clock, wondering if his mom was back already. Then, with a shrug, he stood to answer the door. The wrapper from the ice cream was tossed into the bin on the way, and he unlocked the door to open it and see who’d come knocking.

nightmares06:

Think it stumped me? Think again! Muahaha!

74. Ice cream

Note: This prompt is canon to Brothers Adopted, and goes hand-in-hand with the prompt received by @neonthewrite for ice cream – Jacob. See the other half of the prompt here.


The day was as beautiful as a day could get. The warm sun above, birds chirping in the trees.

Children gathering by the ice cream truck.

Celeste contented herself watching from a distance. Her glamor was perfect, and she could spy on all the children around the area like this with ease. The baby carriage in front of her sealed off the disguise, blending her in with the other moms that hovered around, watching their children run to get sweets from the ice cream man.

After ten years of waiting for that other child to resurface, Celeste had her eyes on a new target.

Her failure to catch both Winchester boys still stung at her. That day, more than any other day in her long life, stood out. The punishments alone left scars that no one would ever see.

But her master knew, and that’s all that mattered. She couldn’t fail again.

She grit her teeth, meandering so she had more distance from the mothers that cooed over her ‘child,’ a creation of air and light that appeared real enough to any untrained human eyes. She wanted to focus.

Her target was a little old for her normal tastes. Normally, she’d go for a younger kid. They were more adaptable. They had more opportunity to grow into the benefits the magic would give them. These humans thought it was a curse, to end up so small, but if they realized the potential…

Of course, not everyone got abilities that were useful. Without seeing Sam for herself, she had no way of knowing what gift he’d been given. Children were so adaptable, but had they chosen wrong when they’d targeted the Winchesters? She had been certain those brothers would be the ones, but they she’d failed to curse them both, and been chased out before seeing how Sam had made out.

Maybe today she would find out. See if her experiment had been successful, or if she needed to find new victims in yet another town.

The kid hovered at the back of the line. He was the tallest one there, and with a lean, strong build. She looked forward to seeing what became of him, though she doubted he’d appreciate the gift. His hoodie on during the warm day made him stand out. Easy to track and watch.

When at last he had his ice cream, she marked the motel room he vanished into. She wondered at her theory, that there were others of the little people in the walls. Perhaps today she could prove that theory, once he was given his gift.

A cruel smile crossed her face, and she strode deliberately across the parking lot. One elegant hand reached up to knock on the door.

He would be hers, just like Sam and so many others had before him.

We’re looking forward to it just as much! (Sam and Dean must find their way back to each other, they must!)

I was actually working on editing a Brothers Adopted story just the other day so it’s ready to go for everyone ❤ The first story of Brothers Lost, The Road Not Taken, will be wrapping up on July 14th, which means this weekend it’s time – For another poll! I’ll cross my fingers for you, Jacob and Sam are the cutest cursed bros around, and they’re raring to go.

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Dean, that doesn’t belong to you. Give him back. 

Jacob and Dean artwork by @mogadeer

Watching the World Go By

neonthewrite:

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Jacob – Rain. 

From this post.

With an unspeaking appearance from @nightmares06‘s cursed Sam Winchester from our collaborative Supernatural AU, Brothers Adopted.

Reading Time: ~10 minutes


Jacob wasn’t allowed to venture off on his own. It hadn’t even been a year since his curse, and the size of everything could still stop him in his tracks sometimes to stare. The thimble they used for water should be too small to fit on his thumb, but he could dip both hands in it. Sam’s climbing hook was fit for a hefty backup weapon if he ever lost his silver knife, when normally it should be pinched in a couple fingers.

Jacob was small, and he wasn’t used to the way everything around him had gotten so huge, so harsh, so loud.

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Oh, we will definitely post it! We did a poll for what story to post, and Brothers Lost was the first to win! You can bet you’ll see Brothers Adopted right back in the poll next time around ^-^

Anything we write that you see mentioned here, we plan on posting. We just have to make the time to edit all the things and get them ready for you to enjoy. (I think editing takes more work than writing some days… okay, most days) Plus, the actual posting is time consuming with my job, so I can only get up three full chapters a week.

We can’t wait to see what you all think of Brothers Lost, and of course the future stories from Brothers Found and Brothers Adopted… and whatever other storylines we dream up between now and then!