October 5th excerpt:
“Um. My name isn’t Oz,” he began, wondering if maybe Dean misheard him. “It’s Oscar.”
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October 4th excerpt:
“No harm done, man,” Jacob assured him with an encouraging smile. “Dean’s beauty sleep only goes so far anyway.” His grin widened when the little guy looked up at him with wide eyes, looking almost surprised that Jacob would tease a human so boldly. He supposed, in retrospect, it was pretty brave of him, considering the size difference. But Dean could be trusted, and Jacob wanted to make sure this stranger knew it.
Dean made a face at Jacob’s back by instinct before he could stop himself.
Sneak Peek of Brothers Consulted!
Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business
( Sam and Dean by @nightmares06, Sherlock and John by @borrowedtimeandspace )
“John,” Sherlock greeted, sparing a glance in his flatmate’s direction. That split second was more than enough for Sherlock to register the confusion, utter shock and disbelief fighting for attention on the doctor’s face as he stared.
At the sound of the second human coming into the room, Dean backed himself against the far wall of the jar. He pulled out his hook, wielding it as a backup weapon and knowing it wouldn’t do much if he needed to defend himself. That didn’t matter; if he was going down, he was going down fighting. There was no way to know how this human would react. The first one’s reaction was bad enough.
Sam could feel the weight of the gaze on him double in intensity, and he tried to make himself seem smaller. He put his hand on his own weapon, using the feeling of the hilt in his hand as an anchor. If they tried anything, he could defend himself. It didn’t matter if it was useless, it was better than being trapped in a beaker or a jar.
Dean jabbed his hook in Sherlock’s direction. “Just because we’re trapped like rejects from Land of the Giants doesn’t mean we’ll answer your questions like good little captives,” he growled, refusing to show any weakness in front of the new giant. “Now let my brother go.”
John blinked hard, trying to force the hallucination out of his sight. It had to be that, or Sherlock drugged his tea again… But no. One of the little figures spoke quite harshly to Sherlock. At the mention of a brother, John’s eyes darted to the large beaker. He’d almost missed the other person entirely, curled as he was into a ball of stress and fear.
“Oh God,” he breathed. These were people. Much smaller than average, but people all the same.
He walked numbly forward, a million questions flying around his head at once. The more pressing one stuck out just as he came to stand next to the seated detective.
“Sherlock, what have you done?” he demanded, his attention split between his sociopathic friend and his captives.
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Dean actually already had to figure this one out! It happened back in Taken, and though at that point he was only transporting four tinies that weren’t comfortable being held in hands or pockets, he may transport more in the future. His duffel bag had to be completely emptied out, and that gave them plenty of room to move around in and try to forget that a giant was holding them up effortlessly.
Something huge shifted behind them while they were talking. Dean was digging through his duffel, tossing all the stuff that was in it into the back seat. “Uh, Dean. What are you doing?” Sam called out, curious.
The huge green eyes settled on Sam, making him stiffen before he could push the instinct away. It was harder after what he’d been through to act normal around Dean. “Can’t let you guys stay on the seat while I’m driving,” Dean said. “Too dangerous. I hit the brakes once and you all go flying.”
Sitting up once he was done, he showed them the duffel. “You’ll all be safe in here, I promise. I won’t zip it up so you can get out if you have to. You have my word, I’ll never trap you against your will. Any of you.”
The huge duffel was placed behind them on the seat. Figuring he’d go first and let everyone know it was safe, Sam went to climb up the bag. He found himself stopped by a huge hand.
Sam flinched away nervously. “Dean, what the hell?”
“Sorry, Sam. You’re not going in there with your arm in that condition.”
September 30th excerpt:
Sam paused in the middle of scrubbing the water off his face with a corner of the flannel shirt they’d slept on. He listened to the room beyond, separating the sounds out just like Walt had taught him to. Although, in all those lessons he’d never imagined he’d be using them to tell him if his brother was awake.
The room was silent, and peaceful. There was no running water in the bathroom beyond and only the gentle chirps of birds outside broke the quiet. After a moment he could even discern the slow breathing of the hunter, blending in to the outside noises.
“He’s asleep,” Sam said. “But he’ll probably wake up in no time. He shoulda shut the drapes better last night. There’s no way he’ll be able to stay asleep in a bright room like this.”
It might have gotten eaten (*shakes fist at tumblr*), though if it was sent in as a prompt it might not have been answered because I’m so buried under life I don’t have the energy for prompts unless I’m hella inspired.
We definitely have more ideas for BT, like the Oscar shorts that come out from time to time. He’s not been forgotten! For myself, I’m not sure if I’ll be doing anything more with the young bros in BT (though there’s lots planned with the young bros in BU), but there will be stories from their adulthood.
Sam would try and hide nightmares like that from Dean as much as he could. He won’t want his older brother to feel bad just because he’s so big. A good nightmare deterrent will be spending the night sleeping in a pocket, very warm and safe, though Dean won’t willingly let him the first time, thinking of all the things that could go wrong (like him rolling over), and he’ll probably wake up one morning with Sam all curled up in there after a nightmare.
September 28th excerpt:
“Too bad you two are dustballs over there,” Dean pointed out ruefully, looking at the dust stains on his clean shirts. “I shoulda just dropped you in the sink before we left so my clothes had a chance at staying clean for more than a minute.” Jacob didn’t bother trying to hide it when he rolled his eyes. They’d gotten rid of most of the dust anyway.
Dean started up the car, hiding a smile so he could at least pretend at annoyance. Soft music started up as he shifted out of park, toned down so that the small passengers that were sitting next to him wouldn’t have their hearing hurt.
XD All of these are great things. We can’t get enough either. Jacob is a teddy of a giant, and Dean is big brothering Oscar to the max after finding the smol scared kiddo in his room.
September 27th excerpt:
Jacob glanced up at the bench, though of course he couldn’t see their total pile of found cash from the floor. He knew it certainly felt like they’d combed every inch. It was amazing how much they’d managed to find. He grinned and looked over at Sam, knowing he probably wouldn’t chime in. Ever since they’d joined Dean in his traveling hunting profession, Sam had had a harder time than Jacob asking for things he liked or wanted.
Jacob was working on helping with that. After all, Dean was clearly willing to help them out, and a resource like that was rare to people like them. So he called up, “Sam wanted a bag of M&Ms, how about it?”
“H-hey!” Sam blurted. He elbowed Jacob in the side. “I never said that!”
Brothers Apart 