“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream!”
Sam waking up to Dean singing in his off-key voice, and finding himself in a bathtub full of water and cursing his brother out. He’ll have to try and catch the edge of the tub with his hook so he can pull his boat back over.
September 19th excerpt:
Dean cut off mid-sentence, his entire body stiffening. Scenes that had played out months ago ran through his mind, reminding him of the time his size had been turned on him, shoved in his face over and over again.
You already know I’m under four inches tall, what more do you need? I know I’m the shortest one here, isn’t that enough?!
Dean continually changing his ringtone back to his guitar riff, and trying to figure out if he can lock Sam out of his phone XD
September 18th excerpt:
Jacob stepped towards the desk, and his movements were heralded by creaking in the wood floors. When he knelt, his occupied hand moved closer to his chest to avoid sending Dean toppling, and then the other planted on the floor while he tilted his head to get a better angle on the cabinet. “What do ya think, Sam, worth checking out?”
Sam couldn’t quite hide a smile at that, turning the question right around on Jacob with expert practice from years of handling Dean. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell us?”
Jacob let out a quiet scoff of a laugh, caught off guard by the quick remark from Sam. Usually it was Dean throwing sass his way, though he couldn’t say he didn’t open himself up for it. He slid his hand along the floor and underneath the cabinet. His knuckles bumped against the bottom of the thing.
Oh dear. Dean’s going to be in so much trouble, trying to get all those braids out of his hair XD And now his room’s like a minefield, and Sam’s laughing it up from under the nightstand! These are pretty good for a little guy! Dean’s gonna have to figure out how to get some revenge!
September 17th excerpt:
“They usually focus on people with some kind of weakness,” Sam supplied helpfully. “Only the stronger demons can possess anyone.”
“For all we know it could be one of those stronger demons,” Dean complained, brushing his hand over the journal sitting on his lap for reassurance. “Anyone’s at risk until this case is over.”
“You think it could possess one of us?” Sam asked, his eyebrows climbing his face.
Dean shrugged. “If it does,” he said pointedly, “you guys know what to do. Don’t hesitate.”
Well, he’d be more prepared for strange things happening to him. At ten, he was only just learning about the supernatural. If he was older, say between sixteen and twenty, he might not have had to live so long without Dean or John.
Based on how they lived, John probably got a cell phone as soon as he could, and would want to keep in touch with his sons. Sam might be able to slip away from Walt and call up his big brother, resulting in them reuniting much earlier on. Dean would have more experience with people the size of his finger, and Sam would trust his brother much faster.
If Sam was cursed as an adult, he’d be even more in tune with Dean. They’d tease each other constantly, and he might be stressed about any thoughts of being stuck that way, but he’d have Dean with him and that’s a much better prospect that being trapped on his own.
A short story of Brothers Apart
“At least they’re a better kind of hunter,” Bowman said dismissively. He didn’t notice the almost challenging edge to Dean’s voice, daring someone to disagree with his statement. Bowman wasn’t about to argue the point. Sam had helped save Wellwood just as much as Dean.
“Yeah,” Jacob muttered, while the rest of Bowman’s story caught up to him. A real nightmare had drifted into Wellwood and he hadn’t been around to help the sprites. After what they’d been through before, he couldn’t help but feel a protectiveness of his own for the tiny pacifist village.
“Listen, guys, I guess the rest of the story is true then, too, so I want to thank you two for helping out my friends. Bowman’s got some pretty great things to say about what you did for them.”
“That’s what we do,” Sam said, a proud grin on his face replacing his abashed demeanor. It meant the world to him to be able to join Dean in hunting. “Protecting Bowman’s village is just as important as… well, protecting my family from any dangers.”
“Besides,” Dean said with a chuckle, “how could we let Vel down? He did decide to adopt us as his older brothers. We’ve gotta watch out for the third Winchester. He’s gotta grow up and beat Bowman at flying with those little wings of his.”
Bowman grumbled something and flicked his wings. He couldn’t really protest too much since they were talking about a small nestling who was only just getting used to his wings, but still the challenge to his place as Wellwood’s fastest flyer rang loud and clear. With a flutter of leafy wings, he took flight as if to remind at least Jacob of his skill.
Jacob, meanwhile, smiled at the thought of one of the little sprites, ‘nestlings’ as they called them, adopting humans. There seemed to be an innocence to everything the sprites did, even Bowman as he swept past on his strong little wings.
“That’s awesome news, man. I’ll do my part, too, if I find out about anything going down out here I know who I can call.”
“We’ll be there,” Dean agreed. “Keep a close eye on them, okay? Evil tends to be attracted to vulnerable communities like that, especially with that Prayer thing they’ve got going on.”
Sam leaned forward on Dean’s other hand, bracing himself with a hand on the thumb that bordered the edge. His small fingers just barely stretched to where he felt Dean’s fingernail start, the rigid surface slick under his touch. “Bowman, tell Rischa we said ‘hi,’ okay?” he called out over the line. He wished he had a longer chance to talk to her. She was wise beyond her years, and able to see through even Dean’s thick walls, helping Sam understand his older brother a little better.
“Good luck keeping Bowman out of trouble,” Dean said with a smirk. “At least you might have a chance with the rest of the village.”
Jacob chuckled over Bowman’s indignant I heard that! and sent the sprite a smirk. “I’ll do my best with this guy,” he replied, thinking about the other warning. It was lucky he visited as often as he did, if things truly were as sinister as they said. It seemed like the sprites kept leading Jacob further down the rabbit hole.
“Hey, listen, sorry if I raised the alarm for a second there, I was just calling to see if Bowman’s story was real. I won’t keep you,” he continued. Somehow he got the feeling that a pair of brothers who hunted monsters didn’t do a lot of casual chatting on the phone.
“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said. “It sure got Sam to fall out of bed, didn’t it there, pint-size?”
Sam glared up at Dean, fully blaming him for the startling wake up. “Normal people don’t just stick a cell phone next to someone’s bed while they’re sleeping,” he groused right back. “Good to hear from you, Bowman, Jacob.” He slapped a hand against the END button so he could give Dean a proper tongue lashing without an audience.
States away at the other end of the disconnected call, Bowman was of the same mind as Sam. Jacob had barely pulled the phone away from his face before a flutter and a flash of green rushed right up to his face. A tiny fist impacted with his forehead, and then Bowman kicked off between Jacob’s eyes to dart away again. Jacob barely had time to wave a hand at him in surprise.
“That’s for not believing me!” Bowman scolded as he corkscrewed in the air.
Jacob rubbed at his forehead to get rid of the phantom feeling of a tiny bop. “Hey, I wasn’t that skeptical,” he pointed out. “I called them, didn’t I?”
Bowman huffed and crossed his arms, banking into a hover well above Jacob’s eye level. “Well you wouldn’t have needed to if you just believed me.”
“Fine, fine, you were right.”
Bowman flew in a circle over Jacob’s head, clearly pleased with the words. “Don’t soon forget it, giant.”
September 16th excerpt:
“Te rogamus. Adios! ”
“It’s adinos,” came a wry correction from the left.
Dean rolled his eyes with an utterly put-upon sigh. “Te rogamus. Adinos! ” he repeated.
“Okay, now from the top.”
They would probably get a kick out of that! They do the same thing a lot when they’re working with victims (or the Ghostfacers), correcting mistakes and lore that went wrong. Those stunts can get pretty wild, so hopefully they don’t try anything too crazy.
Brothers Apart 