Sam would be so peeved. What bad luck.

In BA, Dean would arch an eyebrow at his little brother, make a quip to him about how clumsy he is or how his popcorn has a bit of surprise seasoning added to it, getting a bitchface in return, then he’d detatch Sam from the popcorn. He’d be more amused than anything, but wouldn’t joke around with Sam in his mouth. Since he’s been small for so long, Sam has an innate fear of being eaten, and Dean tries to avoid setting off those instincts (most of the time; there was that one time Sam got stuck in a cup of beer). Dean’s behaved himself since then.

On the other hand, Sam also hasn’t had such bad luck with food. Dean in BL isn’t so lucky, and did take a swan dive into a bowl of popcorn while watching a movie!


“Sorry, guys, I’m sorry,” Jacob answered, looking back at them. He moved his arm out from behind his head and settled his hand near them as added security. “Dean’s … in the popcorn, I gotta get him out,” he explained, a grin plastered on his face. It almost ached not to let his laughter out, but he didn’t want to send them tumbling as much as Dean had just done.

He reached up with his other hand, over to the popcorn bowl where Dean made valiant efforts to avoid falling further in. Before he could sink into the popcorn and become even more irate, Jacob’s fingers dove in after him and closed around his tiny waist. In no time at all, he fished the tiny, flailing hunter out of the popcorn.

Jacob was still grinning once Dean was free. “Didja find a good piece?”

Dean sent Jacob his most intimidating glare. Dangling from two thick fingers, with a kernel of popcorn still clutched to his chest, the effect was ruined. Dean gave a kick with his right leg, jostling a piece of popcorn that insisted on clinging to his jeans free. Despite the fact that the fingers sealed around his waist could snap him in half if Jacob misjudged his strength, Dean wasn’t afraid at all.

He was aggravated.

“At least my piece has more butter on it!” Dean snipped in annoyance, shifting the popcorn kernel to one arm so he could begrudgingly try and fix the spike in his hair. The combination of warm grease and butter flavoring was doing him no good, and his hair was matted to his head.

He probably will, at some point or other. Dean will have to get sick, eventually. I’m sure it’s hard to keep Dean pinned in one place for long, so Sam will have his work cut out for him!

If anyone wants to read a little short of sick!Dean and caring!Sam, check out Take Care, by @chewbaccaaah!

And there’s a scene with Sam taking care of his very-much-larger brother in A Lich of Sense as well, and Dean is certainly not feeling himself in that!

What story should post next?

Chasing Family will be wrapping up 8/21, so it’s time for another vote!

A. Family Ties

B. Sam of Wellwood

C. Like a Moth to Flame

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Sure, feel free! We’d love for the story to be shared with everyone we can! I’m perfectly atrocious at any other language, to my teacher’s chagrin, so I’m unable to make any attempts myself at translating.

Same stipulations apply, provide credit, link to the original stories and also a link to this tumblr. Also, send a link to brothersapart.spn@gmail.com. We can make a page on the tumblr with links to all the translations once they get posted!

–Just gonna add in the stipulation that no money is made from the fanfiction.

For the safety of Bowman and the other wood sprites of Wellwood, I’ve chosen not to disclose this information. 😉

The closest approximation I can give you is the American Midwest. It’s definitely a familiar sort of place for the Winchesters, since they seem to spend a lot of their time in the middle of the country. I’m sure I’ve dropped clues in the various AUs we have written so far, but I will not be able to confirm or deny any guesses. Sorry, anon!

A Different Perspective

Dean’s pov

“What the…”

Dean’s eyes blinked open as his surroundings inched towards clarity. His whole body protested moving from his comfortable position, but his curiosity proved to be more important. His blurry view was almost clear when, out of nowhere, two hands slapped over his adjusting eyes. This efficiently kept Dean from seeing past the secure grip. 

The hunter part of Dean immediately retaliated against being help captive. In turn, he thrashed in an attempt to free himself from the figure pinning him down. 

Oh hell no Dean thought as he curled his arm back in preparation for punch. 

Before he could slam his fist into the thing holding him down, he noticed a familiar voice coming from the same figure. 

“Dean, wait!” it said.

The voice stopped the hunter in his tracks. It was the voice of his little brother… Only Sam was normally shorter than Dean. Like, a lot shorter. As a child, Sam was hit by a witches curse that shrunk him to a whopping four inches tall. He survived on his own for several years until, he was lucky enough to cross paths with his older, and much bigger, brother. The two brothers now travel together despite the very noticeable size difference. 

“Sam!? What the hell is going on?“ 

Dean stopped fighting the second he recognized his opponent’s voice. He also realized the lack of a height difference between him and his little brother. At once a smile was on his face. The joy dean felt was over whelming at that fact that dean could see his brother as he was meant to. The joy, however, was cut short when Sam didn’t uncover his older brother’s eyes.

Damn the kid is strong! 

"Sammy, lemme go. It’s just me.” Dean said softly. 

He wrapped his fingers around Sam’s wrists to gently coax the hands off. The very fact that Dean could complete this gesture shocked Dean to the core. It was just so foreign for these brothers to have that kind of contact. Dean was thrilled he could even hold Sam’s wrists without the fear of breaking them. It was about damn time Dean gave his little brother a proper hug for the first time in several years. Only his little brother wasn’t letting go.

Does he think it’s not me? Dean pondered. It was totally possible in their line of work. 

Sam proved Dean’s guess wrong when he responded, “I know Dean, I know. Just… Uh… don’t freak out." 

Before Dean could question why Sam was so hesitant Sam removed his hands. Within that second Sam was being crushed via bear hug. 

The brothers clinged to each other. A sense of delight filled the air. They had each other – everything else didn’t matter.The world vanished around them as they hugged like it would be their last. 

In fact Dean was so overjoyed he didn’t bother to look around him.

He didn’t bother to note that his surroundings now towered over him. 

He didn’t bother to realize that he shrunk down to 3.6 inches tall…


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We don’t mind if the story is translated, but naturally provide credit, link to the original stories and also a link to this tumblr. Also, send a link to 

brothersapart.spn@gmail.com, so we can share the translation with anyone else who might speak that language as their primary!

Sam and Dean will have to keep Jacob quiet if they spot the tiny burrower watching them (probably catching the borrower at some point out of sheer surprise before they realize the little guy is harmless). The field borrowers will have a hard time with how big Jacob is. How can that be a living person? It’s too big for comprehension! Just one wrong move on Jacob’s part can wipe their entire burrow off the map. (Living natural disaster; Jacob Andris)