And the winner is…

A Burglary at Baker Street!

Sam and Dean Winchester have struck up a deal with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. The brothers will offer their help solving cases, in return for living in the flat and sharing in the food John brings home.

This all sounds well and good, until it’s the Winchesters that end up needing Sherlock’s services for his next case… 


Brothers Consulted pulled away from Brothers Lost in the poll, and so we’ll be seeing the return of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson in the multiverse!

A reminder to everyone that when A Burglary at Baker Street ends, there will be no poll. Instead, There’s No Place Like Home will begin posting, and after that story wraps up we’ll return to the poll with all new options in it!

And now, a special sneak peek of the story that begins January 2nd, 2019!

Dean gestured for Sherlock to give him a hand. “Well, what are we waiting for, then?”

Sherlock smirked and proffered a hand for Dean, smoothly ferrying the elder Winchester to his shoulder. With Dean settled, Sherlock turned to face the room, not entirely sure of what to expect. And for once, the uncertainty wasn’t irritating, but exciting.

“Where to, Winchester?” he queried, awaiting Dean’s instruction.

Dean was silent for a long moment. He very rarely tried to actively use the ability. Mostly it just happened. They needed food, and he would suddenly just know where to go. Questioning it when their lives depended on the ability seemed like looking a gift horse in the mouth.

As he focused, the prickles on the back of his neck began to grow more prominent. His surroundings dropped away. He no longer noticed the rhythmic cadence of a pulse that throbbed through Sherlock’s neck next to him, and the steady sound of breathing, air rushing in and out of Sherlock’s lungs, was gone. It was like he was standing next to Sam once more, trying to hurriedly clear his mind and listen to Sam’s constant litany of ‘advice’ for how to do it.

With focus came clarity, and Dean found himself pointing before he realized his hand was moving.

Psychic freak slipped into his mind and he angrily crushed the thought as he told Sherlock, “That way.”

Sherlock almost didn’t notice the tiny hand, but he frowned when he tracked its path with his eyes. Dean was pointing at the door out of the flat.

The detective’s steps were halting as he approached the door, confused about what Dean was supposed to be leading him to. At his right, John entered the main room from the kitchen, a biscuit in one hand and the morning paper in the other. John paused as he noticed Sherlock’s odd movements, eyeing his flatmate as he sank into his armchair.

Sherlock slowly wrapped his hand around the doorknob, wishing he could look at Dean questioningly.

Dean didn’t notice the odd looks John was shooting at the strange pair from his armchair, unknowingly placed beside the nook in the walls the brothers had chosen for their home. If Dean spared a thought for where it was placed, he imagined it was just about at John’s eye level while sitting.

But right now, his thoughts were all tied up with the feeling on the back of his neck. After years of stubbornly ignoring the ones that were out of reach, it seemed that giving it his full attention had brought it flooding around him, more important than anything else. He needed it, and this was his chance to finally see what, and where, the thing was that was pulling at him in London.

When Sherlock didn’t open the door, Dean felt his impatience come to the fore. “Well?” he burst out. “We’re doing this, right? Or was this just some test run?”


Artwork by @justanothergiant!


Fanart for ‘brothers adopted’
@nightmares06 @brothersapart @neonthewrite
I loved the part in ‘brothers adopted’ where dean and sam reunite and jacob is let free from the vase (poor kid). But it was so funny when sam basically scolded dean for taking jacobs stuff lol.
Heres some fanart for that chapter! Idk if this is exactly what sam said, but i figured its close enough (and besides, i have a bad memory lol).



Requested by @enby-phoenix! I’m sure they’d end up snarking eventually. But first, it’s time for panic and surprise all around. XD

(This was definitely inspired by that drawing moga did of Bowman and extra bitty Jacob. I’m on mobile right now so I can’t link but if somebody could that’d be great!)

Jacob belongs to @neonthebright, Sawyer and art belong to me, I don’t know why I keep drawing side profiles they never turn out, why is art hard.

This one!

And this is lovely.

“Dumbass,” Jacob agreed with a sleepy grin. While Dean copied the license plate and navigated to a page where he could track it, Jacob shifted where he sat. He lay down slowly on his back, his head still angled towards the screen as Dean worked. The computer was so huge that Jacob never risked missing much; the internet browser might as well be the horizon.

Exhaustion settled over him like a blanket while warmth radiated up from the computer below. Jacob had been through far too much for one person in the last several days. It was hard to truly get any rest when everything loomed overhead and every shadow promised some kind of threat. In plain view of Dean and surrounded by protective hands … Jacob felt a little safer. Everything still loomed and the shadows still threatened. but at least he knew he didn’t need to be afraid of Dean.

The exhaustion combined with his sense of momentary safety and Jacob fell asleep right there on the laptop, heavy eyelids fluttering closed. His hands rested idly on his stomach until he rolled over on his side in his slumber.

Dean caught sight of the movement down below. A warm smile appeared on his face at the sight of Jacob curling up to sleep. He certainly deserved the rest, after what he’d been through. Dean would make damn certain that nothing happened to him on the laptop. Seeing that Jacob was trusting him like that so freely, Dean felt the weight of his responsibility settle over his shoulders.


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Artwork by @mogadeer

Sam tore out of the kitchen. “Time to go!” he snapped.

Spotting Jacob next to the main entrance, he darted forward. In seconds, Jacob was unceremoniously hauled in the air, dropped in the satchel, and then Sam was yanking open the door, easily grasping the handle that had been out of Jacob’s reach. He ran flat-out into the unknown, open space around them.

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Artwork by @mogadeer