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I had to return to the fun little AU in which Oscar met Castiel, Angel of the Lord. And, inevitably, I had to see how Oscar would fare with the rest of Team Free Will.
I split it into fairly large pieces (chapter length each). The DA Link above is for people who don’t want to read all that while scrolling tumblr.
Oscar was out of breath by the time he returned home. His frantic glances gave his house in the walls a warped, scary appearance. Normally, home was safe. It was drafty at times and he couldn’t let dust collect for more than a day before it overran him, but it was home. He could go there after a day of foraging supplies and sit on his ring box chair to sew or burrow into his blanket nest to sleep.
Now, he couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t remain safe for long.
Tag: g/t writing
October 19th excerpt:
Jacob was fascinated, by Sam’s words and by the fact that he was talking to someone who could use a laptop as a bench. That never got old, the size disparity between him and the extra-small folk he’d met. A lot of people came up to his chest and complained about his size. They had no idea what he looked like to someone like Sam.
Yet there he was, not hiding away. Jacob was grateful for trust, however tenuous.
October 18th excerpt:
Jacob reached out to close the phone with a click of plastic against plastic. He pondered the conversation, finding even more questions in it that he could ask. Who’s Walt came to mind, but he knew better. Sam had hardly talked about any of the other people in his life; Jacob wasn’t going to ask him about someone unless Sam started that conversation.
It was weird. Sam was the same size as Bowman, but the similarities stopped there. With Bowman, it was hard to get a word in sometimes.
With Sam, awkward silences could pop up out of nowhere. He was an enigmatic little guy.
October 17th excerpt:
There was a pause on the other end as Bobby parsed what he’d just learned. Sam was calling, but not from Dean’s phone, odd enough on its own. “Sam? That you? I thought Dean got you your own phone, why you using some random number to call me? ”
Sam’s ears turned red. The phone Dean had brought him home had completely slipped his mind. Usually it got tucked just inside the row of books in the nightstand, and so far the only time they’d used it was Dean’s prank when he’d set it on vibrate and sent Sam’s entire bed shaking like an earthquake in the middle of the night. Sam hadn’t been able to sleep for hours after that. “Oh, I, uh… forgot about it?” he burst out, wishing his mind wasn’t so scattered.
“Well, I’ll have you know I’ve been looking into Celeste for you and Dean since you left, and I found a few interesting leads…”
October 15th excerpt:
Going back to the beginning of the book once more, Sam propped it against his chest as he walked closer to Jacob. He read it out loud, watching Jacob’s fingers punch in the numbers as he spoke. “You’ll want me on the line,” Sam warned before Jacob hit SEND. “Bobby takes as kindly as Dean to strangers calling him.”
Jacob smirked and let that be his show of understanding. He remembered his first phone call to the brothers, laced with distrust for him even having their number until he revealed he was Bowman’s friend.
October 14th excerpt:
Sam groped blindly for his journal, dragging it close as he put the finishing touches on the big symbol. He flipped the pages back to the beginning of the book, on the first page.
One of the first things he’d scripted in, below Sam Winchester. If lost, return to Dean Winchester was the phone numbers of the people he was close to. Dean’s. His dad’s. And Bobby’s.
October 13th excerpt:
Sam turned in place, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow to see Jacob just standing there with the salt. “Are you just gonna stand there and smell the daisies?” Sam asked testily. He mimed pouring salt in front of the door, shaking an invisible container in a line to demonstrate what he meant. “Salt in front of the door and windows, and do a line across the vent for good measure. We need to keep out what we can, considering how this case started.”
October 12th excerpt:
Once Sam was down on the surface of the table, Jacob opened the bag to find the aforementioned laptop. He set it down and opened the top, marveling that someone who could curl up to nap on the trackpad had instructed him to set it up. Usually, his encounters with smaller folk didn’t involve much technology unless he wanted to hear all about how it had to be run by magic of some kind. Bowman didn’t believe that something could run on the same energy that sparked in the sky during a storm.
He also left Dean’s notebook near the computer before taking the bag and stepping back. It was hard to look away from someone so small who didn’t care how many corners everything had.
Why would he care? He’s not a sprite, he’s from places like this.
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Once everyone had their drink in hand, Dean offered up a toast. “Here’s to getting our resident Sasquatch back to properly towering over everyone around.”
“A-goddamn-men to that,” Jacob agreed, lifting his silvery handmade cup in cheers. He was so, so ready to get back to normal after his misadventure. Bowman shifted his own bottle cap (which was like a washbasin to Jacob) in an awkward imitation of the others, glancing at them to make sure he got it right.
Jacob had to chuckle. Bowman at least knew what a toast was because he’d had it explained to him before. Multiple times. He was shaky on the purpose of some human traditions, and Jacob was often at a loss for what to tell him. After all, a lot of human traditions came out of freaking nowhere.
Of course, in such cases, Bowman was never short of commentary on how silly that was.
Jacob took a drink, slowly savoring the mix of flavors in the beer. It was a local brew, and one of his favorites. Now that they were all past the mix up at the store, he had a chance to appreciate the fact that Dean had taken him up on his recommendation. Bowman took a drink of the stuff too, and Jacob grinned to see the sprite’s usual appreciative reaction to it. Seeing it in such a scale was interesting, too.
Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”
October 11th excerpt:
“Uh. Okay,” Jacob replied, still staring at Sam and making no moves. Holy. Shit. Not only was he thinking about stealing someone’s car, he was going to take instructions on how to do it from someone that fit in his pocket. Someone who’d just had to strain to pull up the lock on the car door was more ready to take off with that car than Jacob was.
He tried not to think about how defensive Dean had been about the car earlier. Or how many weapons he had.
Brothers Apart 