December 23rd excerpt:
Stan grunted softly as he landed unceremoniously in the bottom of the pocket, but for a moment he was too shocked to move. The human had spared him, trapping him in what looked like a jacket pocket instead of killing him. Stan had to wonder why he was allowed to live, especially as he clung to the material around him to keep himself from being thrown around while the human moved.
Dean vs. the Digits
A truly epic battle of wits and cunning strategy.
Dean declared a thumb war and won!From a future story in the Brothers Consulted part of the Brothers Apart multiverse. An art trade with Nightmares06 for the finale of a Dragon!Dean story.
December 15th excerpt:
With a huff, Dean stalked back over to the hand and sat down on the offending finger, hard, crossing his arms and daring Lestrade to try it again.
Artwork by @wolfie180g!
December 13th excerpt:
To say that Lestrade was bemused by all this would be an understatement. Now he was holding up two fingers. Evidently he couldn’t lift his middle finger as high as Dean wanted it independently, so the first one hovered just behind and above Dean. And while Lestrade was far from matching Dean’s level of drunk, his own whiskeys encouraged him to have a little fun.
Lestrade let his index finger curl in to gently settle on Dean’s head, mussing the teeny spike he’d styled it into.
Artwork by @mogadeer!
December 2nd excerpt:
Dean stuck his lip out in what almost looked like a pout, rebellious at the way Sherlock made sense as he talked about Dean interacting with a new human.
“If I do this,” Dean said, refusing to give in completely, “if, you better make sure he doesn’t get any ideas about grabbing me. This size might have its perks when you need to get into small spaces, but it comes with a whole mountain of disadvantages I’d rather be without. If you agree that you’ll keep him under control… I’ll do it. If only because I doubt we’ll be sneakin’ me into any more crime scenes after today otherwise.”
Of all things, being left out of Sherlock’s detective work sounded like the worse of the options.
November 24th excerpt:
Sherlock glanced down at Dean, sitting relaxed atop his sternum, and hummed thoughtfully at the insinuation that he scared off the previous small tenants of Baker Street. It certainly wasn’t improbable, though he did wonder if Sam and Dean shared the same sentiments when moving in, and if so, how deeply they believed them.
Interesting to think that they would stay, or even choose to move in with that in mind.
@nightmares06 @brothersapart Still practicing with my tablet, thought I would draw Brothers Apart Sam on his way to wake up his big brother.
November 22nd excerpt:
Sherlock wondered for a moment about Dean’s perspective in there, enshrouded by hands over twice his height in length. All his attempts to envision such an environment were rendered to be quite alien. Fingers were pillars, palms platforms, yet they were attached to an immense living thing with complete control over them and anyone in them.
Jacob flinched so violently that he actually woke up with a startled breath. His eyes were wide for a second until he shut them and rubbed at them with his knuckles. He could tell by the wavering of the world around him that he was still drunk. And there was a wide green … wing? over him. Jacob shuddered and turned over in his place, trying to get comfortable again.
He brushed against Sam’s arm when he was shifting in place under the green canopy. With a mumble, Sam rolled a little closer, his arm landing over Jacob’s small body. Jacob flinched in surprise from the sudden appearance of an arm longer than his body. It was only a moment before Sam shifted again, pulling Jacob closer by instinct as soon as he noticed the shivers that wracked his body even in the depths of sleep.
Sam buried his head next to Jacob under the blankets, effectively pinning him to his chest the way one would a teddy bear at night. His grip was gentle, keeping away from the sore and bruised ribs that the tiny guy was nursing. Sam gave a brief mumble of contentment before he fully drifted into sleep again.
Jacob’s surprised squirming was practically nonexistent thanks to exhaustion. If he were at his full strength, sober, and not still shaking from residual fear, Jacob may have been able to squirm away. As it was, warmth that was all too hard to retain at his size was a welcome feeling. He settled with a weary sigh, knowing this was a battle he simply didn’t have the energy to fight. Sam’s heartbeat thumped steadily right behind his head, with Jacob nestled right next to his chest. It was a backdrop to him drifting off again, slipping back into a deep sleep aided by the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system.
The room settled into an uneasy silence as they rested, Dean on one side of the room against the wall, everyone else asleep under a green canopy of Bowman’s wing, blocking out sight of the enormous world around them.
Keeping them safe.
Artwork by @mogadeer!
Brothers Apart 