Brothers Saved: A Midnight Snack (3 of 4)

On April 21, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14; occurs directly after Brothers Saved 2

The kitchen was only a few steps away now, and Sam quickly nudged the door with his boot, flipping on the light with an elbow so he didn’t have to open his hand up again.

“Made it,” Sam announced as he uncurled his hands and moved them to the table. Dean stumbled to his feet and dropped to his knees as soon as solid ground was under him, pretending to kiss the ground.

Sam rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “It wasn’t that bad!” he protested as he stood on his tiptoes to reach the hot dogs in the freezer.

“Says you!” Dean argued back, going to his feet again and pacing around the area. His old curiosity shone through as he investigated books that could be buildings and pushed around a pen that was three times his height.

Sam watched from a distance as he filled a pot with water, dumping three of the hot dogs into it and putting it on the burner like he’d watched Dean do before. Everything he did these days felt like he was mimicking Dean, trying to fill his brother’s shoes.

Dean sat down with a huff on one of the books. “At least the ground doesn’t move,” he said, rubbing his head.

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Sam asked worriedly.

Dean glanced up, the bridge of his nose pinched between two fingers. “Nah. Even the bed was getting old. Can’t stand without it trying to toss me to my knees.” He stomped his boot on the wood grain. “This is much better.”

Sam grinned, heartened to hear it wasn’t just him. “That’s good. The hot dogs’ll be done soon. Oh!”

Dean looked up at the sudden increase in volume.

“I almost forgot,” Sam said apologetically. He reached into his pocket. “This shrank with you but it fell out of your hands.”

He held his hand out to Dean, and Dean was drawn to his feet without thought. Sitting in the center of Sam’s palm, almost lost in a crease in the skin, was Dean’s colt. The gun entrusted to him by John, used to protect Sammy.

Dean didn’t even think about the size of Sam’s hand as he leaned a hand against the thick skin and reached over. The metal was warmed from its protracted time against Sam’s warmth, but the familiarity of that metal, the touch of the etchings under his fingers, it all felt right to Dean.

“I thought I’d lost this,” Dean said wonderingly, shifting it to catch the light. Reverently, he sat down and started taking it apart, practiced movements as he checked to make sure everything was in working order.

“I’ve got some extra ammo in my jacket,” Dean mused to himself as he snapped the barrel back on and sighted along his arm, taking care to never aim it at Sam. Small or not, the gun could still do damage. “Maybe enough to last until we figure this out and get me normal.”

Sam smiled, sadness in his eyes as he remembered each time John or Bobby had checked in. Unsuccessfully.

“Yeah, Dean. Normal in no time.”

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On April 21, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

April 21st excerpt:

Dean grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. He was definitely thirsty. He managed to down most of the bottle before he dropped it down.

Jacob stepped back from where the tower of clear plastic landed. At least there was one advantage to being the smallest one there. When Jacob’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of how much water Dean had gulped down in one go, no one noticed.

Brothers Saved: A Midnight Snack (2 of 4)

On April 20, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

AU: Brothers Saved

Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14; occurs directly after Brothers Saved 2

Dean’s shoulder felt thin under Sam’s touch, but the fabric of his shirt was soft, and after a moment Dean leaned into it. With Dean staring in the opposite direction and Sam keeping his touch light, they could pretend things were normal.

Dean sighed, then slumped. “Fine,” he muttered, so quiet Sam had to strain to hear. Sam’s face split into a grin as Dean turned to him. “You can carry me.”

Before Sam could move to reach for him again, Dean jabbed out a hand, freezing him in place. “But!” he barked. “No sudden moves, no grabbing, and if I want off the Sam-coaster, you put me down! Capiche?”

Sam nodded. For this, he’d agree to anything. “Got it.”

Taking his fingertip off Dean’s shoulder, Sam flattened his hand on the bedcover next to Dean. “This work?” he asked hopefully.

Dean stared down at the hand. Looked at the fingers that could curl around his entire body, saw the twitch of the palm as Sam’s pulse throbbed beneath the surface. “Perfect,” he said to reassure Sam, though inside he was full of trepidation.

There was nothing left to it but to get in Sam’s hand, and Dean knew it. Bracing himself, he stepped up onto the soft surface, nearly faceplanting as the skin moved under his boot. Sam’s fingers twitched, and Dean glared at him.

“Sorry!” Sam said. “It… tickles.” He blushed bright red.

Dean huffed in annoyance without a comeback. “Whatever.” He walked to the center of Sam’s hand and quickly sat down. “Just get it over with.”

That was the end of Dean’s control over the situation, and he knew it. Sam’s fingers curled up, keeping his older brother in a bowl of flesh as he pushed himself to his feet. Dean clung to the thumb near him as the ground plummeted away, his face green at the thought of the heights.

Seeing this, Sam gently curled the thumb Dean was clinging to and covered Dean’s lap, making it into a makeshift seatbelt. Beneath Sam’s touch, those tiny legs shifted as Dean got into a better position, tugging the thumb tighter around his waist.

Sam had to hide a smile, recognizing the unthinking trust Dean had for him. It was enough.

Before he took a step, Sam also brought his second hand up to guard the edge for Dean, holding that hand against his chest. It gave the smaller Winchester a secure place to sit, especially as Sam went to take a step.

Dean’s tiny body wavered as Sam’s boot hit the ground, hugging the thumb around his waist tighter. Sam knew better than to tease him for that, realizing Dean was actually afraid of what they were doing. If this didn’t go well, Dean might refuse Sam’s help the next time they needed to change room, and Sam dreaded Dean’s reaction to someone else’s hands. Their dad was their dad, but John could be heavy-handed with Dean’s training.

“Heavy-handed" took on a whole new meaning with Dean now, and Sam was determined to shield him from what he could.

Sam carefully pushed open the door to the room, only taking his guarding hand for a moment to do so. Dean shrank against his stomach, and Sam bit his tongue to keep from saying a word and possibly bruising Dean’s pride by pointing it out.

Another step.

Once they were over the threshold, it felt like it got easier with each step Sam took. He flicked on the light over the stairwell, then found himself wondering which would be worse for Dean– seeing where they were going and when Sam would start descending but also possibly spotting the height of the stairwell, or not seeing anything and not knowing when Sam was going down the stairs, but also guarded from the sight of the drop.

Either way, Sam didn’t want to risk tripping on his way down, so the light stayed on.

The trip down went swiftly, and Sam made sure to not draw it out even when he felt Dean shrink down around his thumb.

“Almost there,” Sam murmured reassuringly as they reached the ground floor, and his mouth twitched into a smile as Dean predictably punched his fingernail.

“I’m fine! Never better!” Dean protested his reassurance, but a bit of relief lurked in those defensive words.

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On April 20, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

April 20th excerpt:

Sam drove the final nail in the coffin of his stubborn resistance. “Dean,” he said gently, sitting on the edge of his book with his legs dangling off. “None of us can drive the Impala. If you run yourself into the ground, we’ll be helpless. Please, just eat something.” His eyes, even as small as he was, were wide and round, staring up at Dean beseechingly.

Brothers Saved: A Midnight Snack (1 of 4)

On April 19, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

Looks like everyone’s as exited as I am to get a bit more of the BS bros out there! We left Dean hungry, time to go fix!

AU: Brothers Saved

Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14; occurs directly after Brothers Saved 2

Sam’s free hand moved at Dean, and he found himself leaping backwards off the other hand to avoid the grab.

“Whoa!”

Sam froze in place, his eyes wide. There was no mischief hidden in those eyes, just concern and worry.

“You… you wanted food, right?” Sam asked softly. “That’s downstairs. You…”

He trailed off, looking away. Dean followed his line of thought, inserting his own words into Sam’s voice.

You need help getting there.

Dean’s lips thinned into a line. True or not, he was wary of hands that were as big as his entire body. Sam could pinch him between two fingers if he got annoyed, and Dean could remember them arguing on more than one occasion. All it would take was Sam getting annoyed one time, and those hands could turn on him.

They won’t, a small voice whispered in the back of Dean’s mind. He still looks up to you and always will.

Dean wasn’t interested in listening to such a voice, more concerned about his current predicament and how he’d manage to avoid being carried around like a doll. He held his hands up placatingly. “Can’t you just… bring the food up here?” he offered with hope that Sam would go for it.

Dean was allowed that spark of hope for a few moments as Sam thought it over, then it all came crashing down as he shook his head in a negative. “Dad said I can’t leave you on your own,” Sam said. “That means you have to stick with me when I go downstairs.”

Dean swallowed, growing more nervous at the reminder of stairs. Bad enough the bed was tall enough to be a building. Worse to imagine stairs that were higher, and being carried down them.

“N-no,” Dean said shakily. “I’ll wait here. I’ll be fine.”

The hand Sam had resting on the bed came to life, the larger-than-life movements catching Dean off guard and making him jump in surprise. Sam nudged Dean lightly in the side, almost playfully, though he was strong enough that his nudge almost sent Dean tumbling on the plush surface.

“Gonna live your life out on a bed? ” Sam asked, the humor not lost on him. “Dean, you’ve been sleeping for a week and I haven’t dropped you or let you get hurt. I promise I’m careful.”

Dean stubbornly stared down at the bed, refusing to meet Sam’s gaze.

“Please, Dean?” Sam pressed, this time resting his chin on the bed.

“It’s not about that!” Dean protested plaintively, turning around on his heel and walking away from Sam. He knew if he looked into those eyes there would be no saying no. It didn’t matter that his strides were so small Sam could cross the distance in seconds. He just needed space.

“Then what is it about?” Sam asked softly, hearing Dean’s tiny stomach grumble again. It had to really be bothering him if he was ignoring food over it.

“It’s just–” Dean ground to a halt. “Everything’s so big! ” he complained, waving his hand over his head. “You, the bed… It’s all so high, and I can’t do anything now, not even get to the kitchen on my own!” He gulped as he tried to imagine just how far away that would be for him without Sam’s help.

“I’ll be careful, Dean, I promise,” Sam swore, inching his hand closer to where Dean was standing. That tiny back stiffened as though he could hear it, and upon reflection, Sam realized Dean probably could. “You’re safe with me and always will be.”

As gently as he’d ever done anything, Sam laid a fingertip on Dean’s shoulder, determined to not knock him off balance but wanting to offer his support.

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On April 18, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

April 18th excerpt:

Later on, Bowman had to dodge a surprise projectile, a small ball of paper crumpled up and flicked at him by Dean, seeking a momentary reprieve from the constant tedium of research. Bowman, naturally, was easily riled up by this action and retaliated by retrieving the paper and lobbing it right back at the human, much to Jacob’s entertainment.

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean, a mischievous glint in his eyes, snatched the paper right out of the air, snapping it back at Bowman before the sprite had time to recover from his own throw. Bowman lucked out this time, the shot going wide and missing by a good few inches.

Brothers Saved 2

On April 18, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

(( Back by popular demand! If you want to catch up on the storyline of these two brothers, check out the link!)

AU: Brothers Saved

Timeline: Sam is 10, Dean is 14

“Tell me everything.”

Dean sat close to the edge of the bed, far enough away to avoid the vertigo looking down had caused him moments ago but close enough to stare expectantly up at Sam.

Nothing in Dean’s voice gave away the fact that Sam towered over him while sitting.

Instead of sitting on the bed like his older brother, Sam leaned against it, putting his eyes only slightly above Dean’s head. There was nothing but concern in those hazel pools, and that alone told Dean how serious things were.

Normally there’d be teasing. Banter. Good-natured jibes between the brothers that came as naturally as the sun rose. Instead, the tension in the air between them was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife.

Sam took a deep breath to steel himself, the humid breeze washing over where Dean sat. Dean refused to let any of his trepidation show. He was the oldest, therefore it was his job to reassure Sam, not the other way around. There was nothing else to it. Dean had spent his entire life looking out for the kid; that wasn’t about to change just because he’d lost a few inches.

Okay, maybe more than a few, Dean admitted to himself like he would admit to no one else, watching Sam fidget in place. The kid could star in Godzilla vs Mothra if he wanted to. Still doesn’t change a thing.

“You… you jumped in front of her attack,” Sam said, softening his voice when he saw Dean flinch. “The room turned white, and when it stopped… you were gone.”

Dean frowned at that. His own recollection from before waking up on the pillow at a fraction of his height was sketchy at best, but that light– an all-encompassing illumination– had haunted his dreams until it became his entire world.

“Dad broke the door down, and everything got real crazy,” Sam went on, looking down. “Everything was loud, she was trying to stop him… and I saw you. Just lying on the floor, barely a scrap of cloth. I… I almost didn’t grab you. I didn’t know it was you until I saw your hair.”

“That’s over now,” Dean said sternly, drawing Sam’s eyes back up to himself. Those huge hazels locked on him, making him stiffen in place.

Dean did what he could to suppress that instinct. This was Sam. They were still brothers. From the look on Sam’s face, the last thing he had to worry about was being in any danger in that gaze.“Yeah,” Sam whispered. He took a deep, steadying breath and his voice was more solid as he continued. “When Dad hit her, her hold snapped, and I fell. I grabbed you, then Dad hauled me up and out of the room.”

Dean didn’t say a word, and he worked to keep any emotion from crossing his face, but he turned slightly ashen to hear how close it had come. Giants fighting, John tossing himself into the fray in his somewhat reckless manner– especially when it was Sam in danger.

“We didn’t think you’d wake,” Sam trailed off. His fidgeting resulted in a hand reaching for Dean, then jerking back like he’d been burned. Remembering Dean’s first reactions to him after waking.

Dean hauled himself to his feet, gesturing for Sam’s hand. Sam hesitated, then put it down next to him. Instead of just touching it with a hand, Dean decided to lean on the hand like it was an offered seat.

“I’m awake now,” Dean said, his tone kind for Sam. “You did what you had to do, and got me out of there. That’s what matters.”

A smile edged its way onto Sam’s face, and Dean knew he was getting through to him.

“Whatever happens, it happens to both of us,” Dean said firmly. A finger beneath him rose up, briefly nudging him off balance, but instead of falling over, Dean found himself sitting further on the back of Sam’s hand. He snorted, then laughed out loud at how ridiculous it was. Dean Winchester, sitting on a hand.

Sam joined in, his laugh deeper and more rumbling than it was before, but just as warm and kind.

As they tapered off, a different sound came, and Sam blinked in surprise.

Dean reddened, holding his stomach. “Do you have any food?” he asked weakly.

Sam’s eyebrows went up as he held in a grin. “Sure thing. Bobby’s got hot dogs in the kitchen,” then snickered.

Some things never changed.

On April 17, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

April 17th excerpt:

The ride was uneventful. Jacob remained in Sam’s bag, finding it simpler than trying to climb out only to be rolled around in the pocket by every little movement. Despite feeling silly huddled in the satchel, he felt a lot more secure that way.

Even if it meant he was stuck on Sam’s lap while he dozed, fluffy brown bangs covering his eyes.

On April 16, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

April 16th excerpt:

Jacob looked up in awe. Dean’s boot alone would be impossible to see over. Hell, just the rubber sole was almost as high up as Jacob’s current stature. The towering, jean-clad leg above the boot stretched high overhead. Jacob could scarcely imagine what it’d look like to see Dean standing from a view near his feet. The thought almost gave him vertigo and Jacob had to stare at his knees for a few seconds to let the moment pass.

Unbothered by the size of the boots and the limb before him, Sam came right up to the heel and started the easy climb up to Dean’s knee. He scrambled up the towering leg, fingers easily finding purchase in the thick threads. Jacob was amazed by how quickly Sam climbed up that tower of denim. It was practically second nature to the guy after spending a year around humans. Jacob could even recall a time or two when Sam had climbed up his leg like that.

On April 15, 2017 By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

April 15th excerpt:

He looked over and saw that Bowman was smiling faintly at him. “Oh, what? You’re just jealous you don’t have a portable Jacob to carry around,” he quipped, earning a tired snicker from the sprite.

“Oh, it’s really too bad we can’t make your picture. Rischa would just shriek if she saw this,” Bowman teased.