Idea: Dean gates shrunk by the witch and then a couple years later Jacob gets shrunk (I just really love the idea of Sam being the big (literally) brother of Jacob

We love the idea too! That’s why we ended up with this exact storyline:

  • Brothers Remembered || Dean was cursed as a kid, growing up as a borrower at Trail’s West. He helped another kid cursed just like him, and certainly never expected to see a familiar face staying in one of the rooms.

Now they just need Sam to get on board with the whole concept…


It was during this time that Dean reached the top of the table and darted behind the huge laptop. He flattened himself to the back, barely daring to breathe for fear of alerting the human to his position.

Taking a few measured breaths to prepare himself, Dean leaned around the edge of the laptop to catch sight of where Jacob was now, expecting to see him contained.

What he found instead made all these thoughts flee his mind.

Jacob was casually sitting there and eating pizza while Dean risked his neck saving him!

“Are you kidding me?!”

jayadawnyvonnedavis:

Dean and Sam Winchester fan art for brothers apart! @nightmare06 @neonthebright @brothers apart. Dean and Sam are exhausted after a routine salt and burn, they were both asleep before their heads hit the pillow! But don’t worry, Sam dosent mind sleeping with dean every once in a while. even if he was to tired to recognise the difference between a hand and his blanket, he knows dean’s got him.

September 17th excerpt:

“Dude, I told you,” Dean grumbled at Sam. “Batman is way better than Superman. He doesn’t even need superpowers to fight crime!”

Sam rolled his eyes where he was draped against Dean’s neck, comfortably propped up. “No, just a few billion dollars to make up for it. Superman is using his natural strength instead of all these extra toys!”

September 11th excerpt:

Before they reached the school, Dean paused and knelt down next to Sam.

“Be careful today,” he warned in a low voice, sliding Sam’s backpack off and handing it over. “If anything happens and you need me, I’m not far.”

“I’ll be fine,” Sam insisted.

Dean huffed. “For once you’re not the one I’m worried about.”

September 4th excerpt:

Nodding, Dean stood and went over to the shelf, knocking idly at Sam’s wall. “C’mon, pint-size, get your act together!” he called through the holes sculpted into the walls. Both giving Sam a way to communicate, a way to get air, and some extra light on the interior. “The night’ll be half done by the time you’re ready!”

Sam stalked out. “I’m not that slow,” he swore in annoyance.