“Hey wait, I’ve seen that before.” Jacob registered, reaching into his pocket again to get his phone to show the nearly 4 inch tall men the photos of Ed’s severed limbs. Damn, thats a sentence he never thought would be applicable to his life.
(I really need to work on it, but stress has taken so much of my inspiration away.)
Oh dear, boop the cuties.
That really depends on the little in question. For instance, Bree isn’t going to mind one bit. She’s used to contact with humans, and considers it completely normal. Oscar, on the other hand, has never really had close contact with humans and is always baffled when Dean insists on messing with his mousy hair.
Dean as a little will be completely offended that someone is messing with his spike, while Sam is resigned, considering how often Dean fluffs it into a mess. Dean’s way of saying you should really cut this.
Artwork by @mogadeer
Timeline: Within the first month of Sam’s curse
“Whoa!”
Sam threw out his arms, but he was too late to catch his balance after the table shook.
John and Bobby didn’t notice, too caught up in their argument about chasing down the witch again, and the tiny ten year old tipped backwards from the table, his footing lost.
The freefall only lasted seconds.
Dean shouted in surprise, the powerful sound echoing around Sam’s delicate ears. The teenager launched himself, hitting the ground and sliding under Sam’s falling body to catch him between two gentle hands.
Sam hit the plush ground with an uff, and he rolled to his stomach, briefly freezing up as the hands closed around him.
This only lasted the moments it took Dean to stand back up, cradling his little brother like he was the most precious gem in the world and glaring at Bobby and John, who’d stopped their argument the moment Dean had thrown himself into the air.
“We’re going out,” Dean announced angrily, stalking from the room with his little brother and ignoring the protests behind him.
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November 21st excerpt:
“He’s afraid of heights!” Sam chimed in, one boot propped against the edge of the shelf while he leaned backwards to test his weight on his hook before climbing.
“Dude, I am not afraid of heights!” Dean protested, bringing himself around enough to push himself up. His hand didn’t make a dent in John’s skin, and his fingers were small enough to fit between the imprints that made it unique. “Just… flying.” He shuddered at the memory of their one fateful trip on an airplane. The turbulence that struck was like an earthquake to the brothers at their size, and all the cushioning in the world couldn’t make it bearable for them. “There’s a difference!”
Good guess!
But for now, we’ll be keeping this one under wraps 😉 It’ll be an interesting one when we get this far into the AU… Dean went through quite a lot when he insisted on running off on his own… dammit, Dean!
November 20th excerpt:
Long fingers that outsized Dean closed in around the young man, sealing him off from Sam. It happened too fast for him to react, and then he felt the thick, leathery skin bump against his back, sweeping him up into a light, casual grasp that left Dean’s stomach somewhere behind him. The world moved around him fast enough for his vertigo to hit with a vengeance, making his face start to turn green.
November 19th excerpt:
Dean’s fingers encircled Sam, surrounding him on all sides. There was a pinch around Sam’s waist as Dean carefully tightened his grip, then he started to pull upwards.
For a moment, Sam didn’t think it was going to work. Or, if it did, it would only work after Dean had to apply too much pressure.
Then, his feet slid out of his boots, and he found himself dangling in midair with only socks on. Sam gave Dean a flat glare when he saw the hunter snicker at him.
“Dude!” Sam complained, kicking a foot towards the shit-eating grin on Dean’s face.
November 18th excerpt:
Beyond perplexed, Sam finally brought himself to look at the others on the table with him, a tough effort with two humans only inches away that looked like flies caught in the biggest strip of flypaper ever. He had no idea how he, a four-inch tall man who was caught fast in a trap, was supposed to get Dean out, but he had to try.
November 17th excerpt:
The bar was quiet in the early hours of the evening. A few scattered tables held patrons, from the worn and weary older men that hunched over their drinks like they were birds protecting their young to a baby-faced kid getting carded at the bar, it was a familiar scene for Dean as he swaggered confidently over the threshold. His cocky attitude fit his leather jacket, and his hard green eyes made it easy to blend right in.
Once, a lifetime ago, this would have felt like home. Before that fateful day.
Before Sam.
November 15th excerpt:
Before Dean had a chance to stride forward and close the distance to the nightstand, the flap on his chest pocket moved, and then Sam poked his head out. If they didn’t know he was there, he would be mistaken for an errant fold in the fabric. Even spotting his head and shoulders peeking over the edge did nothing to ruin that impression.
Sam waved at the others as Dean turned in place and walked over. Neither brother seemed to find it particularly odd to both be doing something completely different, but Walt knew that was just who they were. They worked together seamlessly as a team, no matter how disparate their sizes were.
Better together than apart.
Brothers Apart 