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May 17th excerpt:

From within, he could just make out the scene as the box was handed over to the man who had bought his fate on a whim, and he grimaced through the jolt while a new grip settled around his container. Hands much larger and stronger than the girl’s– not that hers weren’t strong enough where it counted, as he knew all-too-well– closed around the box and pulled him closer to the man’s chest, blocking out the light on one side.

Stan’s voice boomed out from above, and Dean’s eyes were wide as he stared up where the human was.

What have I gotten into?

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May 16th excerpt:

“Name?“

"Dean,” Stan replied to the attendant sitting across from him with a clipboard in her lap.

She gave Stan another strange look but smiled and clarified, “I meant your name, sir.”

“Oh. Ah, Stan. Stan Baker.”

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May 15th excerpt:

With his offered food carefully held in his palm, John entered his room once again. His steps were slow and smooth as he continued to heed Dean’s request. He resolutely kept to that pace when he transferred the fragment of paper plate to a relatively flat part of the handkerchief near Dean.

“Anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” said John once the food was in place, backing away from the desk to finally remove his coat. In all the excitement, he hadn’t taken the time until now.

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May 14th excerpt:

To hide his nerves at being so close to a human again, so soon after their grand escape from the others, Dean busied himself making sure Sam was settled, tossing part of the handkerchief over the scrawny kid’s body to keep him from catching a chill in the air. Ever since their curse had struck, those months back, Dean had discovered that the air was colder, and they had trouble staying warm.

Being shipped to London in the fall hadn’t helped, though he’d underestimated the weather earlier that day. They’d assumed they’d have time to find their way to somewhere sheltered by nightfall, and boy were they wrong.

“What now?” Dean asked.

In general, wouldn’t a frozen grape work better as an icepack for tinys rather than a bit of ice? It won’t melt and once it’s not cold, a snack!

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It might be!

Dean’s not the type to go out and buy fruit he doesn’t need, so this probably isn’t something you’ll find with the Winchester pair even if it occurred to them to freeze food. It is, however, something that John Watson thought of, though he didn’t pick a grape when he found an ice pack he could use for his extra-smol patients:

John went to the freezer for a cold pack. After what Sam had gone through with the ice packs for his bruises, the doctor spent one of his days off scouring the internet for friendlier, less messy alternatives to ice. After finding something surprising, John went out and bought a bag of mini marshmallows to keep in the freezer. Apparently they absorbed the cold really well, and since they were soft they were easier to apply to sore or achy spots on the body. Dean wouldn’t have to deal with the wetness of melting ice, and he’d have something sweet to nibble on later if he liked.

As strange as it was, it was a better option, theoretically.

Tearing open the plastic bag, John fished one marshmallow out and quickly placed it in front of Dean before the heat from his fingers could pass into it. “Cold pack,” he explained, fishing around a drawer for a fastener to keep the bag shut when he put it away.

Dean pushed himself up with a grunt, dubiously eyeing the offerings left next to him. “Marshmallow?” he questioned, picking it up. With a mental shrug, he held it to his forehead. “Oh, that hits the spot,” he declared, propping his elbow on his knee so he could stay sitting up.

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May 13th excerpt:

Dean steadfastly did not mention that they didn’t always ignore him when he shouted at them for hurting Sam.

They’d never hurt him too bad for his intransigence. Just enough to teach him how to behave.

He was valuable merchandise, after all.

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The Dragon At Knights Inn

My deviantart fanfic entry for Nightmares06′s 1017 contest is now finished! Check it out!
123456 words in 15 chapters and about a dozen universes all colliding together in one hot mess. Sam and Sam and Dean and Oscar and Sam and Bowman and Jacob and Dean and Sam and John Watson and Sherlock Holmes and Sam and Dean and Gabriel and Dean and Sam and Jacob etc etc etc… all try to make sense of this strange phenomena involving every door and thresh hold they pass through, and try to help each other out, find a way back home, and in the end, Gank a terrible monster before it kills again.
It’s a wild ride start to finish!

For more information on the universes and stories you can check out the masterpost of stories here

For the 2017 Brothers Apart tumblr entry that’s finished, feel free to check it out here
It’s called Brothers Transposed. Borrower Sam and his human brother Dean swap bodies!

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Could sb stand for something borrowed or sorry borrowers? Maybe even selling borrowers since it seems like Jacob is getting kidnapped.

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Ding ding ding!

You’ve got it! #sb stands for Something Borrowed, and the something that gets borrowed is……..

Jacob!

(Our working titles for this were Borrowed Without Permission and An Unexpected Journey, so you can imagine how fabulous this is going to go for wee Jake). 

The rumbling in the floor died out with the giant no longer in motion, and Jacob stared with wide, stunned eyes at the hand that had become a wall to him. He was less than four inches tall; that hand dwarfed him so easily it didn’t even feel real. He could see minuscule scars and calluses in the thick skin, details he probably wouldn’t even notice if he wasn’t so damn small.

Twisting around with the thought of darting back under the dresser, he found another hand blocking his way. Jacob was trapped between hands big enough to crush him with just a few fingers.

That realization settled in the pit of his stomach, and finally prompted him to look up.

Looming overhead was a giant, grinning face, smug for having caught him so easily. Jacob still couldn’t see the real motive in that face, even though he could see more than half of it now. He just saw someone smirking down at him, someone easily twenty times his own size. He was scared.

Legs shaking and nowhere to run to, Jacob held his hands up weakly. “W-wait,” he said, unsure if his voice even carried up enough for the man to hear.

Dean barely noticed Jacob talking, too riveted on the tiny teenager he’d trapped. He moved one of his hands quickly towards Jacob, knocking the kid’s feet out from under him and tipping him onto the palm of his hand with the tiniest yelp of surprise Dean had ever heard. Despite the fact that all of Jacob’s weight tumbled into his hand, Dean could barely feel him lying there.

Fascinated, Dean lifted Jacob up into the air, his intent green eyes taking in every one of Jacob’s few inches. The kid was tiny, not even stretching all the way from one side of Dean’s palm to the other. He was wearing a hoodie, slightly too large for his frame, along with jeans. Dean curiously pinched one of the tiny hands between two fingers, feeling the soft skin and precise movements of little fingers.

“Dude!” Dean couldn’t keep in the exclamation, earning a startled flinch from Jacob. “The news wasn’t kidding about you, was it?”

Sneak peek!

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Since the title was guessed a bit ago, the sneak peek for M&Ms and Lucky Charms has arrived!

Before Sam could try thinking of another method, the door barged open. Jumping slightly in place, he curled his hands protectively around the tiny balled-up kid he’d found, and saw Dean sauntering back in.

“Got some grub,” Dean said, walking past Sam and tossing a package of bread on the table, followed by peanut butter and jelly from his jacket pockets. Last, he pulled out some peanut M&Ms from his back pocket and grinned proudly. “Even remembered the chocolate.”

Sam didn’t react to the food, just watching Dean over his shoulder, still sitting on the ground facing the dresser from catching the tiny kid and wondering how he was going to break this one for Dean.

Naturally, this immediately alerted Dean to the fact that something was off in Sam-land, and he narrowed his eyes at Sam.

“What? No grabbing for the M&Ms?” Dean asked suspiciously. “Whatcha doing down there, anyway?” He stepped closer to Sam, his eyes falling on the cupped hands. “What did you find?” he demanded, squatting down next to Sam. “You know what Dad says about keeping pets!” He went to grab for Sam’s wrist.

Oscar, in all the excitement of being swept off the floor, had forgotten about the other human. How he could forget about the second tenant in the room, he didn’t know. He hadn’t even considered him when thinking about running out in the open for that candy. There was a chance that he’d have been caught by the other kid instead.

The older human was loud. Oscar squeezed his eyes shut as he came nearer, and wished he could curl up into an even tinier ball so he might go unnoticed.

It was no use. He was trapped in the younger human’s hands anyway.

He peeked one eye open to chance a look past his arms, and sucked in a gasp. Another hand, bigger than the ones that held him, was fast approaching. It could snatch him up even faster, and this human might grab him too hard.

He yelped, kicking out to push as far as he could into the curve of his current captor’s fingers. More tears burst out of his eyes and his head hurt from all the pressure, but Oscar couldn’t help it. He waved his hands in front of himself weakly, as if they’d be some defense, and then the moment was over and he was curled up again in his ball of fear.

The cry of fear from in Sam’s hands galvanized him into action, and he squirmed away from Dean’s reaching hand. “No!” he cried out, protesting his older brother’s grab. He twisted out of reach, keeping his hands shut tight around the kid. “You’ll hurt him! I promised!”

There was a moment of silence, and Sam looked over his shoulder to see Dean frozen. “Sam,” Dean said slowly, his eyebrows pinching in concern. “What do you have in your hands?”

In the sb excerpts, Jacob’s been living at home with his family, downsized (I’m guessing his mom found him when he first got shrunk), before he got snatched by someone. Is it Dean? It feels like it might be Dean.

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We were going to keep it a secret as long as possible… That 22-year-old, young and bright-eyed hunter that broke into Jacob’s house and kidnapped him… is the one and only Dean Winchester!

“Was it something I said?”

Undeterred by Jacob’s refusal to respond, Dean crept closer to the edge of the dresser, beginning to size it up to estimate if he could just reach under and grab the kid out. The space under the furniture wasn’t much, and he wasn’t sure how far his arm would reach before getting stuck.

Keeping the light on Jacob and his head sideways against the ground, Dean gave the kid a grin in an attempt to win him over. “C’mon, I just wanna talk to ya!”

Jacob didn’t believe that for a second. He took another step back, feeling crowded in even more as the guy moved closer to the edge. He could only see half of the man’s face, and it was still overwhelming. There was too much confidence in that half-smirk he could see.