“What… what happened?” Dean coughed, struggling to remember why he was laying on the ground looking up at the ceiling light, and why the ground felt so damned lumpy. A few of his hazy memories came back to him but all out of chronological order. He remembers walking into the motel from going to get some food for Sammy and five minutes in, he and his little brother were holding their heads in extreme pain. Sammy’s cartoons kept on playing along too loud, even though Dean told his 11 year old brother twice to keep it down before he left for the gas station. The TV volume hardly mattered at the moment besides drowning out their pained groans entirely from anyone outside of the motel room. They couldn’t cry out more than a plea for their brother to be aware that they were under some kind of attack before nothingness swallowed them whole.
Dean sat upright and the sight that greeted him had him more confused than anything at the moment. Somehow he was now in a massive space. Something towered to his left and in the distance he could vaguely make out other boxy shapes. Every one of them far too large and hazy at the edges to fully comprehend.
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May 24th excerpt:
Dean ignored the little squirms in his hand, much like he’d do if he was checking Sam for any broken bones just after a fall. “See?” he said softly to the kid as he worked his way over each rib and brushed against the skinny bare arms. “Nothin’ to it.” He searched those tiny eyes for any signs of pain and found none.
Sam slapped on some grape jelly to his sandwich and but both slices of bread together, eagerly biting down. “Isf hee okayff?” he asked, mouth full.
May 23rd excerpt:
Lightly, Dean brushed the wet cloth over the kid’s face and hair, getting it out of his face so he could see if there were any pained flinches and scrubbing the grime off his cheeks with a careful touch. “This shouldn’t hurt a bit,” Dean explained softly, discarding the washcloth for later and extending a finger, touching the kid’s ribs to see if Sam might have squeezed too hard when he’d picked the guy up. Next to him, Sam watched intently while he unwrapped the bread and started to dig out a glob of peanut butter that was bigger than the tiny kid they’d discovered.
May 22nd excerpt:
“Now, let me see if you’re hurt,” Dean said, gently commanding. He brushed a finger under one of the tiny arms, trying to coax the kid out of his huddle. Unlike Sam, Dean rarely took no for an answer when it came to a kid in trouble.
My 6th Drawing for Nightmares06 and Borrowedtimeandspace for their wip.
Juno is very eager to meet the little one. Dean is a bit wary but ready
to greet the huge shepherd. So long as Stan is holding her back and
while Nate is supporting him from behind that is…I forgot how to dog. Sorry Juno looks a bit funky!
In the sb universe is Sam normal sized or is he still tiny?
Dean would love to know!
I love how once Logan got shrunk, the bros just capture him and take him along to Bobby’s and stick him in a jar. “Dunno what we’re gonna do with him, yet, but we can’t let him loose. And being stuck with us will probably be a better punishment for his attempted genocide than killing him outright.”
What’s the best way to punish someone who attempts genocide?
Shrink him and give him to Dean. Obviously 😉
May 20th excerpt:
Dean rubbed his face. “Okay. We can just…” He looked at the kid again. The little guy was crying while they argued. “Sam, did you hurt him?” Dean held out his hands expectantly. “Lemme see ‘im.”
That got Oscar’s attention. He looked up quickly only to duck his head again, too intimidated by the teenage human. He looked so stern. Ready to scold Oscar for sneaking around in their room to steal food.
May 19th excerpt:
Stan’s grip shifted slightly around the box as he settled in the driver’s seat. Without moving it, he tilted his head to look at the side where there was a thin gap in the cardboard so its passenger wouldn’t get stifled. Green eyes widened when they caught sight of something contrasting with the muted color of the box.
Fingers. Absolutely tiny fingers were holding on to the side of the box through that gap.
May 18th excerpt:
The opening of a car door gave Dean only a second’s warning before the floor dropped out from under him and the box plummeted as Stan sat down, but it was slower than the other motions. Dean was able to catch himself and push back up against one of the side walls next to an air slit.
While Stan talked, Dean curled his fingers around the opening, trying to anchor himself in place in preparation for any other movements that might come, trying to calm his breathing and focus, but focus was hard to find. He caught a glimpse out the side of the box of a window far overhead, and could only guess that he must be in a car from the way it curved. He clenched his hands on the edge of the air slit, using his boots to push himself securely into the corner.
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Brothers Apart 