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February 17th excerpt:

Bowman glanced up from the food he was examining and then looked away from Dean almost immediately. Giants, he discovered, could drink enough water in one gulp to swallow up an entire sprite. Bowman’s instincts, a deep-seated fear of predators, barked at him that he could be next. He shuddered, but pushed the thought aside. Judging by the way Dean kept the jar close by when he was around, he would rather keep Bowman, maybe like the people in his pocket.

He eyed the drop of water spilled by Dean’s offered bucket. It was tough to decide if that was better than Logan’s plan for him.

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February 16th excerpt:

“I think I can make that work,” Dean said, spreading out his food in front of him. He tore open a granola bar and the trail mix; the last thing he’d need was Sam or Jacob bitching at him for not picking their favorite, and carefully picked out something of everything. He sent a quick glance Logan’s way. With the other hunter preoccupied, Dean took advantage of a free moment to take his handful of food and drop it swiftly into his chest pocket.

The pocket struggled in surprise, then came two swift elbows in unison to his chest when Sam and Jacob figured out what he’d done.

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They’d have a hard time getting their independence, but I feel like John’s friends, such as Bobby and Pastor Jim would help Sam and Dean out here. The brothers can’t be stifled for their entire lives, after all. Bobby especially would be a huge help.

There won’t be any Brothers Apart AU like this written by me because I don’t enjoy writing John Winchester, but by all means if anyone wants to give it a try, they’re welcome to!

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February 15th excerpt:

Dean absently hummed the music from Smoke on the Water as he slipped behind the trees, going deeper in. Only a few stray rays of sunlight made it this deep into the trees, the rest of the area lit by a deeper green from the leaves blocking the light. Once he was sure Logan wasn’t following, Dean relaxed with a sigh. “That wasn’t in the plan,” he muttered to himself, and to his tiny brothers, who could finally come out.

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February 14th excerpt:

Bowman had to right himself at the bottom of the jar. Once it was upright again, he’d rolled backwards and landed on one of his own wings, arms flailing to find something to brace against.

“Hey! Watch it…” his voice died from an indignant shout almost immediately once he pushed himself up. With the jar on the ground, his first view was of a pair of enormous boots crushing a few stray leaves beneath their weight. Following the human’s height upwards, his eyes widened. Dean was huge, especially seen from the ground.

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February 13th excerpt:

Logan tromped to the center of the clearing so he could get a good view of the sky. “I’ll get a fire going,” he determined, glancing back to Dean, standing there with a duffel bag full of weapons and a sprite in a jar, casual as could be. What the hell?

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I’ll be writing more with these two, and we’ve already mused about Oscar’s reaction to this size-swapped pair, so this may be seen in the future, either as a full story or prompts!

These two brothers will likely butt heads about the rabbit food from time to time, and Sam can’t force Dean to eat like he does, so one way or the other, Dean will find a way to get his bacon cheeseburger and pie.

It’s either school or staying in the room on his own (or with dad), so there’s a good chance Dean will be off to school.

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February 10th excerpt:

He tried to writhe free, panic creeping through his veins. That glass container loomed in his vision like a gaping mouth, and his resolve almost faltered. He couldn’t even attempt to bite Dean again to get away. There was nothing to do but watch the thing get closer to him, an inevitable shift in Dean’s grip as he prepared to trap Bowman with ease.

Those knives glinted and the glass glittered and Bowman’s adrenaline had nowhere to go.

“S-stop it! I told you I didn’t–” he insisted, before the grip loosened around him and the words seized in his chest.