April 27th excerpt:
It was to no one’s surprise that Sam was still hunched over his books when they returned, not only pie but an order of Chinese food in hand. Dean shook his head as he set the huge brown paper bag down on the table, covering up half of Sam’s work.
“Hey!” Sam said, startled out of his train of thought. “I was–”
“Going to take a break,” Dean interrupted, putting the pie down next to the bag. “You ain’t doing us any good if you work yourself into the ground.”
@borrowedtimeandspace– Lawl, he is not Secret Agent 777. As for MI6, well…yes and no. He is a government agent, but he works for a particular minor government official and his job description varies depending on the assignment.
As seriously as Stan takes his job, he is also extremely flop for smols, Dean in particular. He has a hard time saying no to the little guy.
(artwork by @mogadeer)
@torchmlp replied to your post:
Oh, Blast from the Past?
@wolfie180g asked:
blast from the past?
Anonymous asked:
Blast from the Past?
Anonymous asked:
Hey, BFTP isn’t Blast From The Past is it? Also it’s really neat that you guys are doing an AU with a smol Dean and Jacob, and tol Sam 🙂 Thank you so much for sharing these stories!
(Thanks nonnie! This is a ton of fun and we love to share >w>)
That’s the one! Sam’s staying at familiar motel and it’s going to be a Blast from the Past!
Once they get past introductions.
From his angle under the dresser, Jacob could almost see the glaring red numbers on the alarm clock across the room. Whatever hour they broadcast to the room, all he knew was that it was late afternoon. The sun was already setting outside, leaving just an orange glow peeking around the shabby curtains on the window.
Late for humans, perhaps, but for people like him, it was nearing the perfect time to be out and about. Standing at less than three and three-quarter inches tall, Jacob would be lucky to stand taller than someone’s shoe. His caution under the dresser was born of how true and serious that truth was. It would only take one mistake, one moment of inattention, to land him in trouble.
He’d been taught that lesson every day since he woke up in a world too big for him. Only fourteen years old, and he’d had to accept a new life.
His old one was literally out of reach. Furniture towered overhead and people were powerful giants with the power to lock him away for good.
He shifted from one foot to the other, his handmade leather boots pressing into the dusty carpet fibers. Walt, a man his size who had taken him on as a pupil of sorts, had made the boots for him, along with the satchel that rested against his side and comforted him with its presence. Everything he owned was in there, and he drummed his fingers silently against the top flap. Hopefully he would come away from this room with a little extra.
It wasn’t his greatest plan, coming out to check out the room by himself. An inner voice that sounded a lot like Walt scolded him for it. He reassured it that he wouldn’t take long. Then he could resume looking for wherever Dean had already wandered in his own search for supplies. He was always better at finding exactly what he needed.
Dean was like Jacob. Small, and trapped in the harsh living they had to make for themselves in the walls of the Trails West. He’d been shrunk down for ten years by the time Jacob arrived. It had hardened him in ways Jacob doubted he’d ever fully understand. Whenever Walt finished with a lecture, it seemed like Dean was there with another one just to remind him.
Stuck here forever. Gotta take care of yourself. No one out there will.
He took a slow breath and eyed the table in the room. The lamp on the dresser directly above him provided some extra light for the cluttered surface. Luckily, no one sat in the rickety chair next to it.
He wasn’t out of the woods. There was a human in the room, the only reason Jacob hadn’t come any farther out than the dresser. The man was milling by the bed and rummaging through his duffel bag. Jacob wasn’t sure, but the guy had to be nearly as tall as his dad had been, so many years ago. His heart did a flip as he leaned out just enough to assess the man’s height before ducking back out of sight.
Definitely a big guy. Easily over six feet tall, one of the tallest people he’d seen since shrinking down. Jacob was supposed to grow that tall one day. That promise was long gone by now. Now he’d have to hope for four inches of height.
He heaved a slow breath. The duffel bag on the bed was a sign of a road tripper. Maybe someone on his way to a new job, or visiting friends far away. Whatever he was there for, the motel was only serving to keep him from nodding off on the long drive.
These kinds of folks tended to have snacks, so he’d learned. Quick and easily accessible food that, if they could take off with some, would be great for them.
Getting ahead of himself, Jacob wondered what the guy might have hidden away in that bag. It had been a while since he’d had trail mix.
April 26th excerpt:
Against his judgement, Stan leaned out from his corner a little to survey as much of the area his limited window revealed. While the interior wasn’t anything like he remembered, he recognized the basic elements. Like the case full of pies that Dean was inspecting. It was so odd, seeing pastries that always looked to huge and untouchable in his few memories, but from the human’s perspective.
As if Stan hadn’t already been salivating from the smells alone. They looked all the more appetizing from Dean’s angle.
You’ve got it!
Jacob had no idea what he was in for when this strange hunter took him from his home against his will. It certainly wasn’t this.
Sam will never let them hear the end of it if he finds out half the shenanigans they got up to after he lost Jacob.
You got it!
Brothers Remembered has Sam and Dean separated in childhood, Dean barely managing to push his younger brother out of the way in time to avert the curse, but get caught in the blast himself. When, years later, another kid gets snapped up, what’s Dean to do but take him in and teach him to survive?
Since Dean is an adult when he finds Jacob, he takes him to his shelter and nurses him back to health, and helps the kid adjust when he wakes up. They occasionally talk to Walt and Mallory, but by and large Dean and Jacob are independent of the others.
Naturally, shenanigans happen when Sam stays overnight, suspecting none of this.
There was some keys tossed on the nightstand, and a shadow that passed by the vent, its owner out of sight. Dean’s eyes tracked the hulking shadow, enough to eclipse him and everyone he knew at the motel without a problem.
Then, the shadow’s owner came into view and Dean had to restrain himself from leaping back.
This human was big.
The guy might be the biggest person Dean had ever seen. Standing so tall that the vent was only a few scant feet above his head, his hair was longer and fluffed out at the sides, showing signs that he’d just gotten in and had no time to recover from his drive.
A classic road tripper, if a little young. Dean had an urge to cut that long, floppy hair that he couldn’t explain.
The human never noticed him up there, perched above the vent, but that was enough for Dean. He didn’t want to mess with a person that big, tired from driving or not. Whatever supplies this guy had, he could keep. Dean would run through the room after he checked out of the motel for good.
Hitching up his duffel, Dean turned toward home and left that room behind.
You betcha!
There’s plenty more planned in these stories. Brothers Adopted we still need to write out, but Brothers Asunder already has several stories composed and waiting to post. Asunder will continue as soon as it wins the poll with Dean of Nowhere, the follow-up to Sam of Wellwood. And what an adventure it will be!
( @bittykimmy is still mad at us for that story, btw )
As for the rest, we already have this planned out 😉
Sam winced, but didn’t have time to mull it over before the second, newer person whirled around and focused on him.
“And you! ”
The tone of voice was forceful enough to make Sam wince. It almost reminded him of getting scolded in class, or maybe–
He pushed the second image out of his mind. This guy was nothing like his father when he harped on a subject. John Winchester had a strong presence about him, so Sam couldn’t figure out why this person who stood barely a fingerlength tall might remind him of him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, catching a kid? ” Dean practically spat out. “He’s not bothering anyone!”
March 25th excerpt:
“Last stop,” he said, parking along the street near their final destination before returning to the room to see what Sam had made of his day. “I think this one you’ll like.”
As Dean stood out of the car, the smells that came from the building they were in front of made it clear where they were. The scent of freshly baked cookies and pies permeated the air, and Dean took a deep breath. “Best place on earth.”
Nah, no giant world for this Dean. He is cursed for sure, though if his circumstances are bad enough he might not even know he has a knack. Plus what good is borrower strength in a cage? He doesn’t even have room to exercise!
But just imagine how dashing a giant Stan would make…
Artwork by @ghostquack!
Dean is 26 and Stan is 27! They are just one year apart, even though a lot of the time Dean assumes he’s the older one.
Brothers Apart 