Jacob got into the huge, shining black 1967 Impala parked at the curb, settling onto the bench seat with a sigh. The key was in the ignition before he glanced down at his pocket with a grin. “Back on the road again,” he announced, before turning the key with a roar of the engine.
The flap of the pocket shifted, and Sam was the first one out. Normally, the brothers would already be on Jacob’s shoulder, or hiding in a hoodie to keep out of sight from Mariana. There was no way to know her reaction to finding out that tiny people were real, and with Mike being a cop, the brothers chose to avoid any situations that might result in discovery. He seemed like a nice enough man, but if the police discovered littles, people everywhere could be put in danger.
“Shotgun!” Sam shouted, off like a shot. Dean was left behind in the dust, and Sam used the thick threads of Jacob’s shirt to climb his way over to the right shoulder.
Dean hauled himself up, nowhere near as fast. “Dammit,” he huffed. “That’s my spot.”
It actually gives me a chance to point out (maybe for the first time…?) that anyone who gets hit by the curse actually gets a huge strength boost. If we put a curse victim next to a regular human, side-by-side, the victim can haul them around like it’s child’s play. This helps their climbing skills, and helps them blend in with the others their size who are more adjusted to the trials of living at less than four inches in height.
With BL, this AU has both brothers living at the same size for their entire lives. This didn’t even happen in canon, with the way Sam took off to go to college. So here, they’ve lived and worked together for survival since the very beginning. There isn’t much question between them who does what, and all their trips for supplies are planned out and done by instinct. That doesn’t mean they won’t joke around; when Dean’s taking too long climbing up, Sam has a habit of grabbing his older brother by his jacket collar and hauling him up… kicking all the way.
True! Dean can be heavy-handed when either the situation calls for it or when he’s hot-headed and raring for a fight.
The difference here is if he does roughhouse with Sam, he could do permanent damage to his little brother, and put an end to what trust they’ve managed to scrape together. That said, I highly doubt Dean will ever win a fight in this method. The relationship between them is different in my AU than what’s on the Supernatural TV show.
On the other hand, Dean has absolutely no problem using his size against his enemies. Even Bowman, at first, had to deal with a harsher Dean than Sam anytime.
Future snippet to illustrate this:
“It wasn’t an offer,” Dean said simply. The defiant stance had no effect on his determination. “And if you don’t, you’ll just have to deal with the consequences. Simple as that.”
With a painful slowness, he curled the fingers of his hand inwards, boxing the man in. The little guy’s eyes widened and he tried to push himself away from the advancing wall. But his hands were small against even Dean’s fingertips, unable to hold them back.
Dean didn’t stop there. In short order, there was no sign that he had another human in his hand. All that was visible was Dean’s fist and the ring on his finger. The guy was completely clenched inside.
“Fuck! Let me out! ” the man bellowed, seething with the knowledge that a lot of his volume was lost to the prison encased around him. He writhed as much as he could in the extremely tight space, which didn’t say much. His arms were pinned at awkward angles to his chest and his legs could hardly move at all. Dean’s ring dug into his side mercilessly every time he shifted.
Without warning, Dean flipped his hand upside down so all that was holding the guy from dashing to the ground was Dean’s curled fingers. “This is a classic case of ‘be careful what you wish for,’ ” Dean said with a grin. His fingers loosened up a little so that the guy would be able to see the ground down below through the cracks.
With the constant struggles, Dean waited patiently until one of the man’s small legs happened into the space between his index finger and thumb. Seizing the moment, his finger pinned the leg against his thumb…
Walking along Jacob’s finger like a balance beam, Sam stopped when he reached the center of the broad palm. There was more than enough room for Dean to join him, as they’d found when both brothers fell asleep there. It was bigger than Sam’s old bed in Trails West, or Dean’s nest of fabric that continued to wait for them in his old home, if they ever managed to return.
Nevertheless, it’s not a prompt I’d do with the brothers. Like I said, Sam’s not skilled with sewing in my ‘verse. If Dean saw Mallory or Krissy at work with a needle, he would be in awe, and the same goes for Oscar, who has his own set of sewing supplies. Sam, however, is more likely to make a mess of things while Dean, despite his thread being closer to yarn for Sam, might have a chance of fixing it. It’s just like fixing up doll clothing, which isn’t impossible, especially for a man used to working with intricate equipment and crafting his own weapons.
If Dean saw Sam working in his journal, on the other hand, he’d be awed by the tiny writing that must be microscopic compared to him. He won’t be able to believe how precise Sam’s writing is.
Truthfully, between the brothers, Dean is actually the one with any ounce of sewing skills. Mallory always took care of it for her tall boys, and Krissy helped get Sam a few new sets of clothing when he was last at Trails West.
On the other hand, Dean dealt with being a hunter on his own for years before he met back up with Sam. Clothing rarely comes with the number of pockets he uses, and he has to repair his clothing a lot from being on the job. Bobby was sure to make sure a young Dean knew his way about a needle, both with clothing and skin, while he was growing up, and no matter how much Dean bitched about it.
Fights depend on a number of things, including circumstances, moods, location, what’s happening… and sometimes it can be hard to predict what’s going to happen!
You might find it hard to believe, but for the most part, when I write, I simply design an idea in my head for a story, and then when I actually get to the parts I’m writing, the characters tend to do their own thing. So I don’t control when they get into fights most of the time. I can sorta see it coming, but there are cases, like with my character Walt, where it just happens.
He’s the first person where I’ve sat there going “pls pls don’t get yourself killed… that’s a hunter you just yelled at what even pls stop”
Nor are all fights rational…
“You son of a bitch!” Sam shouted at the top of his lungs. An eerie echo accompanied his voice, the vase distorting the sound waves before they reached Dean’s ears. “What did you do to my brother? He’d never do this to me, I know it!”
The echo of the same words hit Dean like a punch. “Sam…” His throat was dry and his voice hoarse. “It’s me. You’ve been with me all day, remember?” He was almost pleading by the end, wanting his little brother back.
Sam snarled angrily, punching the wall again. Any sign of his calm, collected demeanor was gone, washed away like a sandcastle when the tide came in. “Liar! ”
Jacob’s eyes flickered curiously to the laptop. He’d gotten it to help with hunting after Sam and Dean (with some help from Bobby Singer, a mentor to all of them) got him into fake credit cards. It opened up so many possibilities, but Jacob tried to keep things to a minimum while they were staying in his home, where his stepfather the cop was hanging around.
The laptop, however, was a must, and it had been pretty much claimed by the small brothers walking on it now.
Sam would certainly be interested in these videos. He could watch them to learn new tricks, and find things to try around the motel room. Depending on the skill level of the people on the video, he might find it tame compared to what he considers normal and everyday acts. Dean would be wide-eyed at the thought of any of this being considered tame.
Bowman, by contrast, would be plain amazed at these feats. Wood sprites definitely don’t climb often, since they have wings to get everywhere, so some of the parkour tricks out there would be very impressive indeed. He can do aerial acrobatics, but as we’ve seen in Lich, even climbing out of a pocket is tough for Bowman.
( For the misunderstandings, I know it can be hard to phrase things over the internet, so I did ask two other people to look at the asks before I answered them to be sure of my interpretation. I’m not trying to snip at anyone, I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page. I dislike conflict to the point that I’m more likely to hide than answer if anyone wants to start a fight, as neon can attest to. )
Sam and Dean both have very strong personalities. It’s inevitable that they will clash at some point or the other, and this has actually already happened in the stories a few times. Misunderstandings, as well, arise when there’s such a huge discrepancy in size.
In Shadows and Reflections, they spend most of the story misunderstanding each other, the Second Interlude, of course, Sam feels like he’s being ignored and he has no way to leave on his own, and the big argument goes down in The Schism of Fire and Water when Dean feels like he’s being ganged up on and forced to do something he is absolutely against. A byproduct of these arguments is the fact that Dean is indeed over 115 feet tall from Sam’s point of view. If you see someone that size getting mad at you, you’re going to be intimidated, especially near the beginning of getting to know them again.
Over time, Sam’s getting better at both realizing he’s fine no matter how pissed off Dean gets and hiding it if he does get intimidated. There will always be arguments between these two, because what two brothers don’t fight? However, the dynamic of the fights will continually change as well depending on how their relationship is doing at the time.
Of course, Sam’s current solution to Dean being ornery is sitting on him until he talks, which worked pretty well considering Dean doesn’t want to just snatch his little brother up. He is pinned.
A brief look back at The Schism of Fire and Water to remember the most volatile fight they’ve had:
Practically growling, Dean sat back. “I don’t like this. How are we supposed to kill Ilyana if she’s in a container this big?” He held his hands spaced about two feet apart. “I can’t exactly shoot her without shooting through the container and that ruins our entire play.”
Bobby and Sam shared a silent look. Either Dean was the only one who hadn’t figured it out, or he was desperate for another option…
“Dean…” Sam said quietly. “It has to be me. I’m small enough to be trapped with her. I can do it.”
Dean’s eyes lit with anger, glancing between Bobby and Sam with a look of betrayal. “No.”
Bobby tried, “Dean…”
“No!” Dean stomped to his feet, slamming his chair in against the table angrily.
Sam was knocked from his feet, landing on the table next to Nixie with a fearful look in his eyes at the huge, angry human. He’d never seen Dean like this before. He took a shaking breath. He could do this.
Sam scrambled to his feet again. “Dean… it’s the only way. You know I can handle it.” Sam gave Dean his most pleading look.
Bobby joined in with Sam, trying to calm the other hunter down before he did or said something he’d regret. “Dean, I’m just as worried for Sam as you are. But you know as well as I do he’s more than up to the task.”
Dean backed a few feet away like a cornered wolf, almost snarling at Bobby. “Hell no! I’m not signing up for my brother’s funeral! As soon as he’s trapped with her, he’s at her mercy! She already tried to blow him up!” He paused, staring straight at Sam with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Or worse. She doesn’t blow him up. She grabs him and zaps them both off to god knows where and we never see him again!”
Sam was shaking his head. “Dean, she’ll be trapped. She can’t just ‘zap off’ with me the way she wants to. This will work.” Sam put all of his emotion, all his trust into that sentence. He couldn’t convince Dean if he couldn’t convince himself.
Dean wavered. Sam could see it in his stance, the way he held himself uncertainly. But before Sam could call himself victorious, the glint in Dean’s eyes hardened again. “No. I’m not offering you up as a sacrifice. We’ll find another way,” he growled, stomping over to the table. He put his hand down right next to Sam. “We’re leaving, Sam.”
Sam stared at the hand like it was a snake. Dean saw his hesitation. “Well? Aren’t you coming?” he snapped.
Sam edged away from him, towards Bobby. Surely Dean wouldn’t just grab him up. “No… I’m going to stay here and do some more research.”
Past the anger in Dean’s eyes, Sam saw remorse and betrayal. Like Sam had taken a chunk out of him in his refusal. Please… you have to understand, Dean. I need to do this.
I’m the only one who can.
“Fine,” Dean growled. He stomped towards the stairs. “But don’t expect my help if you plan on using my brother as bait!”
A door slammed upstairs, rattling the table. Sam’s shoulders slumped, amazed at the amount of fear he’d felt at the unexpected anger from Dean.
Remember, that’s an angry Dean Winchester, over a hundred feet tall! Not many people could stare him down and win at that size!
I think Sam’s method of dealing with him is pretty effective, all things told…
Brothers Apart 