I’m guessing BFTP is basically Brothers Adopted, but with Dean tiny instead of Sam?

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.

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.”

April 24th excerpt:

Sam looked back to find that the tiny kid he’d discovered running for hiding, and his hunting instincts kicked into high gear.

The kid might look small, and might be harmless, but as John Winchester had told Sam a thousand times, might meant nothing if someone got killed over it. If Sam couldn’t find out for sure this kid was harmless, he needed to treat him as a possible threat. And that meant he couldn’t let him vanish into hiding and possibly lose track of him.

AFIN – A Friend In Need

You will go down as the best name-guesser for the story acronyms! (Other sneak peeks on the way during the week from the rest of the guesses we got)

AFIN is indeed A Friend in Need, but since this is a completely new AU, before we give the full sneak peek, can anyone guess what’s going on in the story? Because this is different than what we’ve tried before, and we’re excited to hear what everyone thinks!


Dean was small. Insignificant. Nothing, a voice whispered in his mind.

A shock ran through Dean and he drew back from the fingertip like the glass had burned him, quickly pulling his sleeve down over his hand and trying to scrub away the scratches like the leather could possibly fix the mess he’d made.

April 22nd excerpt:

In a rage, Dean stormed out of the corner, unable to contain himself any longer. He grabbed the stupid silver bell and whipped it through the air, slamming against the glass to bounce harmlessly off. “Son of a bitch! ”

April 21st excerpt:

Green eyes that put Dean’s to shame, a shock of red hair that looked perfectly wild and a pale complexion that nearly matched the borrowers who never saw the sun, the man touched the glass near Dean with a long finger that outsized the borrower.

Captivated by the intense gaze, Dean couldn’t help but lean forward and flatten his hand against the side of the glass to see the sheer difference between them. Compared to Stan’s fingertip, his hand was too small to fill the entire area, the tips of his fingers falling just short. He could make out every crevice and crack, the whorls of a fingerprint clearer than the words Dean had carved into the wall of his cage.

April 20th excerpt:

Dean couldn’t hide a scowl, backing into a corner in the hopes of evading her. He knew it was hopeless, but he had to try.

The grab that came was quick and decisive. Instead of trying to pry him out, she merely nudged a finger against his legs, prodding hard enough to bruise the skin by his kneecap. With a cry, he tumbled to his knees and found himself swept up into a light grasp, a familiar hold used on stubborn borrowers.