October 22nd excerpt:
Sam looked him over with wide eyes. “How was it with Dean? Was he nice to ya?”
Dean rolled his eyes.
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Popcorn and No Monsters
( A work of fanfiction for Brothers Apart, and a short story of Food and Monsters, created by @neonthewrite )
Oscar wasn’t expecting a visit from his friends when there wasn’t a case to investigate, but here they are, and they brought food…
October 21st excerpt:
Sam cupped his hands, looking hopefully up at Dean.
With a sign, Dean flipped open his pocket. “Just remember to keep him out of sight when we’re close to the motel,” he warned Sam as he scooped up the kid and handed him over.
Salads and Sulfur
( A work of fanfiction for Brothers Apart, and the second story of Food and Monsters, created by @neonthewrite )
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Dean and Sam never expected to hear from Oscar so soon, but mere months after they met the little guy the first time, he has news of a strange murder right in his own motel. Of course, the brothers must rush back to help figure out what’s going on before more victims are claimed.
What happens when a side character tests well with audiences their first time around? They come back. Such is the case with little Oz! Here’s to hoping he gets more yummy food for all his trouble.
Trash sketches of team free will! Notice any differences on them, hmmmm, oh I know, dean got a hair cut didn’t he. Or, ya know, I could be the giant fucking ears sticking off of their faces!
Ladies and gentlemen! I give the wayward pixies! (Its stupid I know, i litrally just came up with it).
Cas is a fairy actually. But Sam and dean are pixies, this is another au I wanted to do, because I haven’t actually seen that many supernatural fairy au story’s. So here’s the art. And I will be starting the story on wattpad. 😁. (Be prepared for some destiel, and a little sabriel).
Pizza and Hexbags
( A work of fanfiction for Brothers Apart, and the first story of Food and Monsters, created by @neonthewrite )
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Dean and his tiny brother Sam are having trouble solving a case involving several missing children. Little do they know, another tiny person like Sam has been keeping an eye on them, curious about the strange pair.
This story delves into what it must be like to be one of the throwaway side characters in any given episode of Supernatural.
This story won first place during the first Brothers Apart contest, and was Oscar’s first time in a story!
I keep wondering if the “normal” Winchester dying and returning again is going to be in one of the BA canons. Tbh, I’ve been trying to imagine what each brother’s reaction to the death, the time when they are gone, and the reunion would be. Especially with the actual BA brothers who have already been separated for most of their lives…
Well I can’t lie that it hasn’t been on my mind!
This is definitely a series based on Supernatural, and canon often plays a huge part in story twists. Though neither brother has died in any of the stories yet, don’t discount the possibility. In any AU.
As to this happening in BA, it actually was supposed to occur already, in my original storyline. This plot got scrapped during my falling out with my old editor, and the revamped story is what you see today. Because of that, I did actually have just ONE LINE that I jotted down back in the day.
I’ll leave you with that! (This line is in no way BA canon, and most likely will never be seen in the stories as they are).
“He wasn’t supposed to die before us…” Sam mumbled to the Impala. “We weren’t supposed to lose him.” He curled his legs close to his body, wrapping his arms around his knees.
October 19th excerpt:
When he turned to ask Dean what it was, he stiffened again. It took Stan a few blinks for it to sink in that Dean had fallen asleep.
A sense of uncertainty washed over Stan at this realization. Not only was he now unsupervised, but he was in a completely unknown place where anything could happen to him while Dean was sleeping.
October 18th excerpt:
Tucking his arms close, Dean let himself relax against the trunk of the tree. Now that he was away from the bustle of the small town they were staying in, too far off to hear the cars thunder down the street or any other sounds of humanity, all the exhaustion he’d staved off from the completion of their hunt the night before came rushing back, falling over Dean like a heavy blanket. His eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open to watch Stan in the forest, then closing again with some finality.
Brothers Apart 