The bros escape any curse/hex! And I’ve never really thought of a potion, maybe I’ll mull that over for another day.
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Tag: brothers
June 10th excerpt:
“Trust me, this is a thousand times better than climbing a table,” Dean groused as he followed next. His fear of heights didn’t bother him at all here. The bed was much lower to the ground and didn’t have the disorienting fact of open air on all sides to unnerve him.
“All it takes is some practice!” Sam called up, starting to climb down faster. “Beds or tables, we’ve gotta be ready for anything!”
Dean swore under his breath. “All those times fighting with Walt and now you’re starting to sound just like him.”
“Hey, he had a point, y’know!”
June 6th excerpt:
Dean made a beeline for the pie. “You can have all the fries you want. This pie is mine.”
Sam grinned as he started to piece together a mimic of Jacob’s chicken sandwich, trying to get all of the vegetables down to a reasonable size. “It’s not like you can even finish that slice of pie,” he pointed out dryly.
“Hey!” Dean sent him an offended glare as he leaned over and sliced off the end of the pie. It was carefully balanced on the tip of his knife. “One day I’ll finish an entire pie without anyone’s help, and you’ll be wishin’ you had your own.”
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!”
May 27th excerpt:
Pointing towards the dusty piles of boxes and antiques, Dean explained. “The last place we saw them was in the piles of boxes. It’s our best bet to start, and we can branch out from there. Hopefully, with Jacob out of the picture, they’ll reappear. I really think we were getting somewhere last time with the journal.”
“At least the journal’s in one piece,” Sam murmured as his hand strayed protectively to his bag. It was the only one of its kind he’d ever seen, and he didn’t want to risk it. He already had to write in the margins and use up every millimeter of space so he didn’t risk running out of blank pages. With Dean’s shenanigans, he was going to be left without a journal inside of the year.
Thanks to @nightmares06 for the suggestion to draw more supernatural, I really wanted an excuse to draw them 🙂
also this is based off the @brothersapart universe with tiny!sam and human dean
( I’m glad you added in the part that you enjoyed the stories with the other characters because otherwise, I am salt on this entire topic after the times it’s been asked )
Okay, so. On Brothers Apart, as I’ve said in the past, I don’t plan on ever dropping the storyline. I have plans for several more stories, including the main arch with the witch, a few other stories with neon, my characters Barry and Xander along with Walt, Bree and the burrow. However, once again, I don’t have enough material or drive to keep up with a post a week for BA. So, I’ll be putting it in the poll just like the others to let everyone vote the story in if they want to read it.
I had a falling out with my editor last year because of Brothers Apart. Not only did they want to tell me what to write, it was a constant litany of “Did you finish a chapter? Can I read it? Are you done yet?” and I can tell you that is the worst way to approach any writer, and that’s a major reason that it’s taking me so long to write anymore. It caused writer’s block for months and I even had to shred an entire story when they wanted to run it. Anyone who brings this up, I’m gonna say now that you’ll probably get only salt for answers because I am not over it and I keep getting reminded, and it’s not helping things.
Another thing is, some of the AUs we wrote are done from prompts from our followers, like Brothers Lost and Brothers Asunder. We’re really hoping everyone likes what we’ve come up with!
So, you’ll see more BA, and hopefully plenty of it, but I need a break. I can’t post more than one story at a time because I have trouble keeping track of more than one and it was majorly confusing when I was posting Lich and Salt Lines at the same time.
Also!! Just because there are other characters in the story doesn’t mean my characters will be any different… It’s a nice change of pace to switch things up on them, and I personally love it. Neon is an amazing writer, and without her I probably wouldn’t be writing BA by now after the shit I went through, so you all might want to thank her.
( If I’ve been saltier in my answers than normal this month, I don’t mean it on purpose. For the last three days this week I’ve watched the temperature gauge on my car rise too high, and go to just the edge of overheating, and no matter what we do it looks like I’m gonna need a new car and I don’t have the cash for that. Plus work is extra stressful. Yaay. )
Sam gave his arms one last stretch before gathering up his satchel again. “See you bright and early, or whenever you flop out of bed,” he said to Bowman before turning away.
Dean’s body stretched overhead, even flat on his back, so Sam grabbed fistfulls of Dean’s shirt, hauling himself up the hunter. The black flannel shirt Dean was still wearing had a comfortable pocket, the perfect size for Sam to use as a sleeping bag. He’d never tell Dean this, but he sometimes preferred sleeping in there. After a lifetime of being raised to fear humans and after being captured and almost sold off by humans not so ago, sleeping on Dean, Sam’s only real source of safety in world, comforted him.
Nowhere else existed where Sam could guarantee his safety like that. Dean’s rhythmic breathing and the gentle thudding of his heart underneath his body helped soothe him as well.
Once he’d climbed up, Sam walked briskly over, lifting up the pocket flap. Dean rumbled in his sleep as Sam slipped in, getting comfortable. The ground vibrated under him reassuringly.
Dean must have felt Sam climbing his side, because the hand Sam had been sitting on moments ago rose up, stretching protectively over the pocket and Sam. “G’night Sammy,” Dean mumbled before he slipped into sleep again.
Sam smiled. “ ‘Night Dean,” he called up as well, settling comfortably under the shadow of the huge hand. Dean’s thumb rubbed gently up his side once before going slack.
Artwork commissioned from @featherpantsgt!
It’s an adorable story idea (sadly, Oscar’s mom was gone by this point in time, so she wouldn’t be around to help the boys out). We may do something along the lines of this in the future. There’s a few ideas hopping around for Oscar and the bros, both in my ‘verse and Neon on her own, so you never know what’s going to happen!
Oh, I don’t think you ever have to worry about spamming my tumblr. I love hearing from you. In fact, a big reason I got the tumblr originally was to let people who didn’t have a da (and those who did) get more involved in the storyline. When I run a poll to decide what story comes next, votes can be sent in through the asks on tumblr along with the poll itself on da.
I used to stay away from fan fiction myself, but always found myself finding stories about these brothers, Sam and Dean, when I was reading gt online. The more I read the more I wanted, so in the end, I took the plunge one day to find out what these two characters looked and sounded like, and I never came back. The show is entertaining, and I never get tired of the brothers or anyone else on the cast. So if you ever have a chance, I’ll always recommend it.
(I’m so emotionally invested in these brothers it’s not even funny)
Brothers Apart 