Believe it or not, I am no expert in vocal cords and vocal pitch. I am mathematically trained, and I work in numbers. These are questions you might want to pose to an expert.

As for my story, I do prefer to keep science out of it. At its core, Brothers Apart and all subsequent AUs are based in the supernatural, with witches and demons and curses that shrink people down. I personally despise the ‘squeaky voice’ trope, so if you read a story by me you can assume all characters sound ‘normal.’ Whether this is me taking liberties is up to you, but until we actually have a person cursed to under four inches tall, none of us are the experts.

Actually, the size of ears plays less of a role in your ability to hear than the shape of those ears. Human ears are specifically shaped after millions of years of evolution to pick up the sound waves that are most important to us… mainly, the vibrations a human voice makes. Some people have better hearing than others, yes, but that is less dependent on their size.

So Sam might be able to hear a little better than Dean, just like it’ll be easier to deafen him by shouting, but it’s not a huge difference, and there are likely regular sized humans who might be able to hear just as good as Sam. There are a lot of people out there who can hear higher pitched tones while others can’t hear a thing.

That little idea was created around the time this blog began, so things have changed, but I think one part has remained the same.

This gives two options. Sam can choose a pocket, or a shoulder. If Sam was to go for the pocket, he can’t see what’s going on and he can’t help Dean out if they find trouble. I think the Sam we have in our stories isn’t about to let Dean be the only one who’s going to take risks. Small or not, he’s going to insist that he be the lookout. After all, he can tell when people are looking at him, right?! So why should he leave Dean to fall into a trap?

Sam will make sure to keep that brother of his out of trouble, no matter who’s around. He’s not about to sit this out in a pocket. 🙂

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If it hit Sam… Dean would find a tiny, tiny puppy in his pocket. Those little hazel eyes looking up at him, pleading for him to fix it and make it all better. He would be nothing but determination if that happened to Sam.

I wouldn’t mind a story like this myself, but I don’t write animal fics. If anyone is up to writing it, feel free! Send us a link so we can all check it out 😀

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XD I think you made my day when this came in, can I adopt you?

Seriously, this was a great boost for my confidence. I’m so glad you’re loving the story, and we’ve got sososo many more plans for it, many inspired by the readers here that we can’t wait to see what everyone thinks!

I might not get paid in $$, but trust me when I say comments like this are good for the soul and keep your writers happy! 

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In BA, it actually happened a bit different. Sam’s known about Dean being leery of heights since they were kids. They used to climb trees behind Bobby’s (or rather, Sam would climb trees and Dean would have to chase him up).

It didn’t take Sam long to figure out the higher he went, the longer he got to stay up there. 

There are actually a few different methods, and all of these methods can be used by anyone if they forget their toothbrush on a camping trip.

First, he can take a cloth and wrap it around his finger. This makes a ‘brush’ than he can then use, after stealing some toothpaste from Dean. Of course, this cloth needs to be washed daily, and he will make good use of his cup of water.

Another method if he can use if he doesn’t have any toothpaste at all or any other supplies, he can scrape his teeth with his finger. Rinse well!

If out in the woods, like when they’re on their way to Wellwood, is a green twig. The fibers of the twig, after chewing on it for a bit, are gentle and great for scraping. This method can be seen on shows like Survivor.

Good question!

It actually gives me a chance to point out (maybe for the first time…?) that anyone who gets hit by the curse actually gets a huge strength boost. If we put a curse victim next to a regular human, side-by-side, the victim can haul them around like it’s child’s play. This helps their climbing skills, and helps them blend in with the others their size who are more adjusted to the trials of living at less than four inches in height.

With BL, this AU has both brothers living at the same size for their entire lives. This didn’t even happen in canon, with the way Sam took off to go to college. So here, they’ve lived and worked together for survival since the very beginning. There isn’t much question between them who does what, and all their trips for supplies are planned out and done by instinct. That doesn’t mean they won’t joke around; when Dean’s taking too long climbing up, Sam has a habit of grabbing his older brother by his jacket collar and hauling him up… kicking all the way.

True! Dean can be heavy-handed when either the situation calls for it or when he’s hot-headed and raring for a fight.

The difference here is if he does roughhouse with Sam, he could do permanent damage to his little brother, and put an end to what trust they’ve managed to scrape together. That said, I highly doubt Dean will ever win a fight in this method. The relationship between them is different in my AU than what’s on the Supernatural TV show.

On the other hand, Dean has absolutely no problem using his size against his enemies. Even Bowman, at first, had to deal with a harsher Dean than Sam anytime.


Future snippet to illustrate this:

“It wasn’t an offer,” Dean said simply. The defiant stance had no effect on his determination. “And if you don’t, you’ll just have to deal with the consequences. Simple as that.”

With a painful slowness, he curled the fingers of his hand inwards, boxing the man in. The little guy’s eyes widened and he tried to push himself away from the advancing wall. But his hands were small against even Dean’s fingertips, unable to hold them back.

Dean didn’t stop there. In short order, there was no sign that he had another human in his hand. All that was visible was Dean’s fist and the ring on his finger. The guy was completely clenched inside.

“Fuck! Let me out! ” the man bellowed, seething with the knowledge that a lot of his volume was lost to the prison encased around him. He writhed as much as he could in the extremely tight space, which didn’t say much. His arms were pinned at awkward angles to his chest and his legs could hardly move at all. Dean’s ring dug into his side mercilessly every time he shifted.

Without warning, Dean flipped his hand upside down so all that was holding the guy from dashing to the ground was Dean’s curled fingers. “This is a classic case of ‘be careful what you wish for,’ ” Dean said with a grin. His fingers loosened up a little so that the guy would be able to see the ground down below through the cracks.

With the constant struggles, Dean waited patiently until one of the man’s small legs happened into the space between his index finger and thumb. Seizing the moment, his finger pinned the leg against his thumb…

And Dean opened his hand.

(Name removed for spoiler purposes)