You two are one letter off from the title, so you win a sneak peek for all! This story is titled Wayward Sons, and sometimes wayward sons have to return home to the family they left behind.

XD This is one of those titles that makes everyone facepalm and go “Of course!” if they’ve watched the show. 

“Of course I know where we are!” Dean interrupted. “It hasn’t been that long since we were around…”

Up ahead, what looked like twelve feet away but must only be seven inches, there was an end to the path. Part of the wall shifted, then moved aside under the control of someone inside. A block was substituted for a door.

Dean, who was paying more attention to Sam behind him than the path in front in order to keep bickering, pulled to a halt when he heard someone clear their throat. Sam almost ran right into his brother, caught off guard by the suddenness of the gesture.

Blue eyes like steel stared out at them.

“Boys,” Walt Watch greeted, his arms crossed and his face stern.

While everyone was staring at each other in the shock that came from a long time spent apart, a small ball of energy pushed right past Walt. Mallory, her long blonde hair a mess and bouncing in loose curls behind her back, flew out from the small home. “Dean?! Sam!”

Walt didn’t have a chance to catch her before she barreled right into Dean with a sob, pulling the much taller man into a hug. There was no resisting her, and she did the same with Sam, small tears peeking out the corner of her eyes. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed as she pulled out of Sam’s arms to get a good look at both of them. “We thought you were dead or worse.”

“Never bett–”

Dean’s declaration was cut off with a loud slap that sounded like it could be heard from one end of the motel to the other. Shocked, Dean stumbled back, tenderly holding his cheek.

Mallory’s tears were overflowing. “How could you leave us like that?” she demanded tearfully.


Artwork by aibyou

Character Profile: Walt Watch


Name: Walt Watch

Age: 44

Height: 6′1″ || 3.8″

Species: Borrowers/Littles

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blond

Gender: Male

Known Abilities: Walt is lean and spry, a fast climber (though he can’t keep up with Sam at his best), and ready to fight. He is the one that teaches Sam and Dean how to take on rats at their size, assisted by his handy exacto razor he found in a motel room years back.

Walt is a tanner, able to work the pelt of any rats he kills into various objects, including but not limited to satchels, jackets and boots. 

Most of the passages and entrances in and out of the walls of the Trails West were designed by Walt. He lived in the building before it was turned into a motel, and took the time to guarantee access for all the others of his size living there.

Despite his stern appearance, he is very good with children, often acting as a surrogate father to those who lost their families– Sam, Dean, Krissy and Sean all owe him their lives.

Background: Walt is one of the littles who has lived at the Trails West for the longest. So long that he remembers the days it was a bed and breakfast on the side of the road and remembers the hunters that nearly captured everyone there. Thanks to help from a certain Bobby Singer, nothing came from that. 

Walt has been with the love of his life, Mallory Watch, since he was 18, and with her he raised a daughter, Briella Watch.

Though they lived for years in peace, it didn’t last. Bree was captured by humans when she was still a kid, and taken away from her family. Since then, Walt took in any estranged child as his own and helped raise them, doing his best to make sure the children had the best chance at survival. He doesn’t even flinch from raising cursed humans as his own, and has allowed actual humans into his family, like Dean Winchester after the hunter rescued Bree from her captors and brought the lost daughter home.


Artwork by @mogadeer

November 12th excerpt:

“Dean? It’s Walt.”

Dean’s voice cut out mid-complaint, quieting to listen to the soft voice that was trying to talk over his. Walt was thankful for that. He’d worried that the hunter would drown him out without even noticing his attempt. That would make for an awkward phone call. Trying to shout down a human wouldn’t go far considering how much louder his voice was naturally.

Walt? ” The word was noticeably warmer than the complaints from before as the lazy drawl curled around it. “I’d say it’s good to hear from ya, but I have a feeling it’s really not.

September 9th excerpt:

“You’re just as welcome to come visit as the others are,” Mallory said warmly, ignoring the eyebrow Walt arched at that. Before her mind caught up with the action, she’d raised her arms up for a hug, just like she’d done with everyone else.

Jacob’s expression was akin to a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were focused on the minuscule woman at the edge of the nightstand, arms outstretched. She was barely three inches tall, making her smaller than Jacob’s fingers, and she looked extra small standing near an alarm clock and a TV remote that both dwarfed her.

And she was expecting a hug. 

Oh. Crap. 

Sam and Dean didn’t think to tell them where they were going, so at first they might think the boys just went a little farther out in the motel to search for supplies. Eventually, they’ll realize they aren’t coming back, and they’ll go to Dean’s home to search. When they find it abandoned, they’ll be forced to think that the boys were kidnapped or taken away, just like Bree was.

One way or the other, Sam and Dean will have a lot of explaining to do when/if they get back there.

June 20th excerpt:

As the training began under Walt’s strict guidance and Sam’s gentle suggestions, Dean remained in the small home with Mallory. He paced impatiently back and forth, trying to count the seconds until he could start.

Mallory was sitting in the small living room she and Walt shared, patiently dethreading some cloth while she watched Dean curiously. Everyone had known about his knack, but it wasn’t something Dean had ever actively worked on back in the day. It was a passive sense that would tell him you need this before he stumbled over it.

After a good hour of time passed, Dean started to concentrate.

June 19th excerpt:

“They know what they’re doing,” came Mallory’s soft voice from behind.

Walt glanced over his shoulder. “I just find it hard to believe this was all Sam and Dean’s idea.”

“Really?” she asked with a grin. “You find that hard to believe?”

June 14th excerpt:

“Would you think any less of me if I was that size?”

“No,” Walt’s answer came mulishly. “It just isn’t the same with you boys though. We’ve known you since you were kids. Of course we trust you.”

Dean had to stop fast before he ran Sam over, realizing everyone was waiting for them. Walt sealed up the wall behind them, casting them into darkness.

June 12th excerpt:

With a whirl in her faded green dress, Mallory padded right past Sam and Dean in her soft-soled shoes. They were left staring at each other, jaws slightly ajar.

After a beat of hesitation, all three of Mallory’s tall boys jumped into action to try and catch her, Dean scrambling to grab the knives from the ground.