January 29th excerpt:
With that out of the way, Dean seemed to be starting to come around. His legs shifted in place, slowly stretching each muscle like a cat might. His eyelids fluttered, and a groan filled the air around Jacob and Sam.
Compared to them, Dean was big.
Truthfully, I’ve been trying to write out an ending to that prompt since last spring, I just keep having no time to work on it, or new stories come up first. I hope to have a conclusion, and you’ll see it here first when I do!
(( Everyone wanted it, and here it is! Brothers Together has been reversed! ))
AU: Brothers Saved
Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14
“Oof!”
Sam hit the ground hard. The force of Dean slamming into him was like a linebacker tackling, and he went rolling several feet as he hit the ground, his slim ten-year-old body unable to absorb the impact like an older kid could.
An older kid like Dean.
The room was pandemonium as Sam stared up to see his older brother going for his gun.
“You’ll regret that, you bitch! ” Dean snarled as he leveled the intricately carved silver colt at the witch that had appeared in their room.
Tall and elegant, harsh and cold, the woman merely smiled, raising her hand in tandem with Dean’s. The moment they stopped moving together, Dean’s finger tightening on the trigger, the room went white.
The last Sam saw before everything was overwhelmed in brightness was Dean’s silhouette, black against the white and defiant to the end.
Then the light faded and Dean was gone.
“Dean! ” Sam screamed, flipping over and scrambling to his feet. A faint ghost of his brother’s silhouette in his eyes was all that was left of the teenager, and even that faded as Sam blinked away tears of fear and uncertainty, alone with the witch.
The woman slowly turned in place to face Sam, an unpleasant smile gracing her face as she raised her clawed hand. “You boys are a handful for such young humans,” she breathed, stepping over something that lay crumpled on the ground, like the shredded remains of Dean’s shirt…
Sam blinked, unable to believe his eyes.
It wasn’t a shirt.
No shirt they, or anyone, owned would have such precise plaid markings, and it certainly wouldn’t have the smallest arm Sam had ever seen limply stretched out, such a familiar spike of dirty blond hair resting on the arm as though asleep…
The realization of what he was looking at crashed over Sam in bare seconds, and he pushed himself to his feet before the witch had finished her first step, charging her legs.
As Sam recklessly tossed himself at the ground, the locked and latched door of the Trails West room they were staying at slammed open, the hinges in splinters from the force John Winchester hit them with. He stood there, shadowed by the bright sunlight outside, assessing the room in a flash.
“Sammy get down!” John thundered as he brought his gun to bear on the woman.
“No, Dean needs me!” Sam protested, squirming through the witch’s legs.
There was no time to explain himself as she whirled around. A hand closed around the collar of Sam’s jacket and hauled him up from the ground.
But not before his hands scooped under the doll-sized version of his older brother and brought Dean along with them.
Sam was only dangling in midair for seconds before the roar of a gun filled the room and he was falling.
He landed on his front with a grunt, unable to catch his balance with Dean precariously cradled in his hands. It took all of Sam’s effort to not tighten his grip on the slim, vulnerable body of his older brother in his care.
This was all wrong. Dean should never be vulnerable!
Then, a hand clamped around Sam’s arm. He cried out, belatedly realizing it was John and not the witch. “Let’s go!” John snapped, his gun panning around the room as he searched for the witch. During Sam’s moment of inattention as he fell, she had vanished into thin air.
Sam had no response, stumbling along behind his dad and carried by the older man’s force. All he could do was stare down at Dean’s limp body, see the tiny head loll to the side as Sam was dragged out of there by their father.
“Dean,” he whispered, a teardrop falling at last only to land on Dean’s shirt and drench him.
Asks and prompts open for this AU! More coming tomorrow!
January 28th excerpt:
Jacob paused out of respect for Dean’s sheer size. His face was half buried in a pillow, as was his usual, but the sound of his breaths was loudest from where they stood. He was almost twenty times their size, and it was not a difference to take lightly.
After a moment of indecision, Jacob looked to Sam and held up his hands, one flat with the palm up and the other in a fist over it. “Loser wakes the giant?” he asked, his voice so low almost no sound came out.
“Loser has to jump over to the bed to wake the giant,” Sam countered, a smirk growing on his face.
Brothers Adopted started off with a bang when Dean Winchester discovered a tiny kid in his room. With no idea Jacob Andris was actually family, saved by Dean’s estranged little brother, Sam Winchester, he trapped him under a vase to get to the bottom of why Jacob was in his room. Sam soon showed up to stage a rescue, caught out in the open by Dean, who swiftly figured things out. But…
What if Dean never woke up and found Sam in his room? What would become of Jacob?
“S-Sam, look, I appreciate this, but don’t get yourself caught because of me, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t run fast enough. But you still have a shot here, and who knows? Maybe he’ll let me go?” Jacob tried to offer a casual smile like he actually believed the suggestion.
He tried.
Sam ignored the suggestion as he aimed again. “I’m not leaving you,” he insisted. “Aside from the fact Walt’s already going to kill me, I’m not losing another brother.” He grew silent for a moment with memories of his older brother in mind, then launched the hook in the air. This time it landed on the top. Cautious, Sam carefully drew it towards himself, praying it would catch on the book.
The shot was no good. It slipped off, tumbling towards Sam. With a fast grab, he snatched it out of the air. “Son of a bitch,” Sam hissed, using one of his brother’s favorite curses from when he’d been a human.
He stepped back for the next shot, preparing himself.
The room around them was silent as the hook sailed up into the air. The human over on the bed shifted, but didn’t wake up. Sam froze when the hook landed on the book with a barely audible thump, glancing towards where the huge man was lying.
But he never woke up.
With a sigh, Sam started to tug the hook towards himself. He didn’t know what he’d do if the human woke up. Despite his brave words, his stomach was clenched with fear. No amount of bravado was going to help save them if the man saw him. Sam’s knife would only go so far. It would be like trying to fight a dragon with a pig-sticker.
A few more throws later, and there was no progress. Every time the hook thumped so faintly on top of the bible above, Jacob felt like it made the loudest slamming noise he ever heard. He was astounded that the human never woke up, only shifted once or twice. Something had left the man tired, which was very fortunate for the two on the table.
Or unfortunate, as it was beginning to look. Jacob’s nerves were frayed beyond recognition. He stood at the edge of the small room formed by the glass, his hands pressed against the side while he watched that hook continuously fail to catch on the book or budge it in any way.
It was too heavy. Even Jacob would have a hard time moving the thing. To them, it might as well be a bus.
“Sam,” Jacob hissed, halting him before he wound up for another throw. Jacob’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. “It’s not gonna … I mean, even if you somehow manage to pull it down, it’s gonna make a noise he’ll definitely hear. There’s only one climbing rope between us, man.” Jacob rested his forehead against the glass with a quiet thunk and stared at his boots while he let the implications sink in.
Jacob was trapped and the only thing that’d get him out of there was the human asleep across the room.
“He doesn’t realize there are more people like us. Don’t get caught just because I messed up. You’ve got a chance!” Jacob shuddered and he felt a sting in his eyes for what he was asking Sam to do. Asking his adopted brother, the man who’d looked out for him ever since the curse, to abandon him to the whims of an enormous human.
Matching tears sprang to Sam’s eyes, making him blink fast to ward them away. He swallowed thickly, staring across the room at the human that occupied it.
Jacob was right.
If their situations were reversed, they might have a chance. Even if the hook caught on the edge of the bible, Sam wasn’t strong enough to pull it off. Not from below, with no support to draw on. Not with just a thin fishing line to pull with and a hook that wasn’t made to hold onto the pages of a book.
No.
“No,” Sam repeated aloud. Sudden determination filled him even as he was enveloped in hopelessness. “No, I’m not leaving you! He could do anything, he could take you away… he could…”
He trailed off, staring in at Jacob. His unsaid words died on their ears.
He could kill you.
Great guess!
It’s sort of an AU of an AU… what happens in Brothers Adopted if Dean never found Sam trying to save Jacob? Does Dean let Jacob go? Does he try and help the kid out?
What resulted from that is the most hilarious path of misunderstandings and shenanigans we’ve had in any story. Jacob could use a guidebook on how to handle Dean.
Presenting… Brothers Divided!
Brothers Adopted has begun, and we’re going to let you all in on a secret! Remember this picture?
… That’s not from Brothers Adopted. It never happened in that series.
We just never bothered correcting anyone who thought big Dean and tiny Jake were from that series. It’s from an AU that was never guessed, yet has two stories written for it already! So, if anyone figures it out, we’ll let you in on the secret 😉
A bit of divergent fun with our characters.
Artwork by @mogadeer
Mission accomplished! It’s been a while since Oscar last saw Dean, but his wait is over!
( Sam Verses Cat ||
It sounds like a good idea, but it wouldn’t go as well in execution. Sam’s skin is twenty times thinner than Dean’s, so just imagine having glue that’s twenty times stronger than normal glue on your skin. It might come off eventually, but it might take some of you with it! Medical tape would work better, but given a choice, Dean will use cloth wraps or gauze any time.
January 12th excerpt:
John stiffened when Dean started climbing on him. That was a new one, and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment while Dean ran across his thigh, seemingly intent on getting up on his own.
Brothers Apart 