XD Cute idea, but I doubt Jacob would want his friends that close to him while he’s so huge. He can barely see where they are, nevermind feel them climbing him. He’d be terrified of hurting the little guys.
And now we have three Deans bickering with each other about who’s world this is and all of them want to be in charge, especially the smol one.
Human sized Sam would just have no evens at any of this.
If Bowman ever finds out how large Jacob got in this story, he will scold. Unfortunately, giant Jacob won’t be able to hear much of the scolds while he’s extra tol, and if he isn’t careful he can knock Bowman out of the sky with just a sigh!
Plus he’ll have to be real careful he doesn’t inhale the sprite by accident if he’s fluttering up by his head.
Which is why Sam won’t be coming out of the pocket. Too smol.
Lityerses, who appears in The Golden Touch, is an actual figure in mythology and is a son of King Midas. I’m terrible with pronouncing names, and have simply taken to calling him “Lity.”
There are plans in the future, both for BA and for various AUs! We all know that Sam and Dean aren’t strangers to the dating scene on the show. Tiny Sam and tiny Dean might not have their experience, but they certainly make up for it in enthusiasm and blushing!
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).
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).
We babby Oscar and his doting Mommy. X3 They’re only rough sketches but I had to share, he’s just too cute. He and his mom both belong to @neonthebright, and Oscar can often be found jumping into certain @brothersapart stories! I only make the fanart and yell at them about things. XD (It’s my job as a beta editor.)
Strictly speaking, they don’t. A few of the small communities might have beliefs of their own that they hold to, much like humans have many different religions, but there is no overarching mythos that they ascribe to.
This lack is tied into how they came to be, and that will be touched on in a future BA story 😉 The origin of the so-called borrowers will be revealed.
Thanks so much! Comments like this brighten MY day! : D
(( Wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get anything done since work is exhausting this week, but I managed to come up with this drabble. For @chewbaccaaah, I hope you feel better! Placed directly after Music, and directly before Movie Night. Enjoy! ))
Sam leaned against the wall of the small entrance that lead to Dean’s room. The sight of the dust was familiar and didn’t bother him in the way it caked his boots. He was far more focused on what he could hear.
Inside the room, Dean had settled down at the table after moving around some, tossing what sounded like clothing into a pile. It wasn’t surprising, they’d been there for almost a month now. Dean would have to make a trip to the local laundromat if he wanted to wash the reek out of his clothes.
Sam suspected why Dean was putting it off so long, and it all tied into Sam. Just a month ago, he was taken from his brother. Treated like nothing more than a toy, his arm snapped for speaking up against his captors, Sam’s harrowing experience had only ended with Dean’s timely intervention with Kara.
Only a month had passed. Sam’s arm remained broken, but healing, and Dean’s fear of losing his little brother again was foremost in his mind. He’d barely stirred from the room more than the occasional trip to the bar to try and relax. All trips had been unsuccessful so far.
Sam took a deep breath, and stepped out of the walls.
He wasn’t trying to avoid Dean. He knew that his older brother wanted nothing more than to protect him and everyone else that lived under the floorboards of his claimed room (the motel staff would need to pry Dean out of the room if his money ran out before Sam was recovered). They were his family, and it didn’t matter that they all could fit in the palm of his hand. They were his and that was all that was important.
The trip to the end of the bed went quickly. Sam stayed under the edge of the covers all the way until he reached the end, then hesitantly peered out to see where Dean was and what he was doing now. Brother or not, he was still the size of a building and Sam couldn’t risk relaxing his guard if Dean didn’t know where he was.
Dean remained at the table, his bacon cheeseburger next to his relaxed arm. Sam’s brow furrowed at the sight of the huge burger only half-eaten. Normally Dean would inhale a sandwich that size, and if Sam’s food was something he liked, he might be nudging Sam to see if he could get any of the leftovers. It saddened Sam to see for himself the effect his absence was having on his older brother. Dean deserved better after everything he’d done for them.
Not far from the burger, Sam recognized the plastic top of a fast food salad. Nothing fancy, but clearly waiting for someone to claim. Dean never ate a salad on his own, and only finished Sam’s because, as he bitched, “Can’t let food go to waste, Sammy. Rabbit food or not.”
They were raised in almost completely different worlds, yet some things remained the same in both brothers. Lessons learned, hard truths realized.
Sam stepped out into the open, and felt Dean’s eyes lock onto him a second later. Ever the hunter, Dean was in tune with his surroundings enough to spot the small movement on the floor close by.
Sam met Dean’s surprised look with a steady, trusting one of his own. Just Dean, his mind reminded him. His broken arm twinged.
“S-Sammy,” Dean stuttered, sitting up straight and glancing around the tabletop. He clearly hadn’t expected any company, despite the salad he’d brought. “You, ah, I mean…”
“Dean,” Sam cut him off, his voice warm as he saw Dean trying to clean up a pile of messy napkins shoved to the side. Dean paused, blinking slowly. “I heard you got me a salad,” he said as he took another step forward.
“Yes!” Dean winced as he saw Sam flinch at the volume. “Yes,” he said at a much softer level. “I didn’t… I thought I heard you in the vents earlier. I just wanted you to know you’re… always welcome to stop in. Even just for a minute.”
Sam’s lips twisted into a frown at the sound of the loneliness in Dean’s voice. He gestured with a hand for Dean’s help, and saw the small smile that formed on Dean’s face. A huge hand lowered down next to Sam and he stepped on, ruthlessly suppressing any desire to flinch at Dean’s size.
Before Dean could place him on the table next to the salad, Sam waved for him to stop. Dean froze, his hand only a foot from his face.
“Dean,” Sam said, meeting him right in the eye. Those green eyes the size of Sam’s head that he could feel on him just like any other humans. “I’m sorry I haven’t come out much. I didn’t realize how long it’s been. Mostly Walt insists I take it easy and rest, so the days kinda blend together, y’know?” He tapered off, thinking hard about how he wanted to put it. “I don’t think I can come stay in here yet, at least not until my arm’s better, but… you think you’re up for a movie night? Kara’s never seen any movies, and Sean… he probably misses TV.”
The growing smile on Dean’s face let Sam knew he’d picked the best plan. Dean loved kids, and this would give him a chance to see Kara after helping take care of her before rescuing her dad, and it would be the first time he’d seen Sean since rescuing him.
“Sounds like a plan,” Dean agreed happily, some semblance of his regular attitude restored. “Up for some salad first or should we get the others?”
Sam grinned back. “I’ll get some salad if you don’t mind.”
Watching Dean dive back into his burger with his enthusiasm back full force, Sam wondered why he hadn’t visited sooner.
Weaving is a big part of their lives, but the ones who do it the most are the field borrowers that live behind Bobby’s house. They use stalks of grass to make any bowls or baskets they need, and it’s an art form for them to pursue just as much as they fish for the minnows in the little stream that trickles behind their home.
Oh man, gotta go way back in my memory.
I’ve always loved stories with borrowers in them / tiny people / slightly terrified of shrinking myself. I’d make up stories to go with most shows I watched, sometimes adding in my own characters, sometimes keeping with the characters on the show itself.
I did write a different g/t story way back when I was in college (lol, way back now I feel old for using that in a sentence), but it didn’t end up panning out. (One of the characters was based on a close friend who betrayed me hence story over)
After college, I had years of working in retail where all my energy for anything creative was drained. I couldn’t even make my lovely fractals that I miss so much now. Then, I got a better job (my current job). Quitting retail and moving on gave me a spike of energy and creativity that just hit me. At the same time, I started to watch Supernatural and fell in love with it. Everything. The story, the brothers, all the monsters and how off the wall they could get with their storytelling style. The actors are lovely people and I’ve met them all in person. It was just natural to combine all of this and give in to my urge to write.
I’ll never regret putting my pen to the paper and bringing this to life.
Brothers Apart 