(Story 9 of the Brothers Apart series)
Sam is healed and the sprites are stopped. But not everything is back to normal in the life of the Winchesters. They have things to figure out and an Impala to fix before they can get back to hunting.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rumsfeld, Arthur Harbor, Alyssa Harbor
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I like to think Dean wouldn’t stab the smol kid’s fingers, but if Jacob’s grabby enough and Dean’s high strung enough, there’s a good chance it ends up with a tiny teenager trying to calm down a crying kiddo who has a papercut on his finger.
(Story 8 of the Brothers Apart series and the beginning of Season Two)
After two months spent waiting for Sam’s arm to heal, both brothers are getting cabin fever. An unusual string of natural disasters a state over gets them back on the road with a unique case.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Walt Watch, Kara Bolt, Bobby Singer, Nixie, Ilyana, Noonia
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(Story 7 of the Brothers Apart series and the end of Season One)
The brothers are working an easy case in Hibbing, Minnesota when they’re reminded just how delicate their situation is. The reminder? A cold bucket of water in the face for Dean, and a world of trouble for Sam.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Walt Watch, Kara Bolt, Christian Bolt, Briella Watch, Mikael Foyer
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(Story 6 of the Brothers Apart series)
After John calls up Sam and Dean out of the blue, the boys get into a fight, resulting in Dean off on another hunt and Sam storming off… under the bench seat of the Impala.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
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June 8th excerpt:
The brothers only remained up for a few more minutes. Dean did a quick check of Sam’s temperature and made sure no new injuries had cropped up during the harsh night.
Once he declared Sam as fit as he could in the dark (and Sam grew tired of Dean’s mothering), they pushed the napkin with the remains of the food to the side, both took one last drink of water to help re-hydrate after the harsh day, and then curled into the folds of the handkerchief.
Hmm, I think I’ve always been into it! I just didn’t know it growing up.
My favorite books had fairies, especially The Fairy Rebel. I reread that one constantly. TV shows with shrinking sequences always cheered me up to see. The Incredible Shrinking man horrified child-me beyond anything else, and once I recovered from the constant nightmares, I’d always be thinking up everything that could go wrong if I started shrinking like that.
Once I saw The Borrowers movie, they owned my heart.
Also, my mom likes a lot of this kind of stuff, so it’s not like it was discouraged. She’d cover our home in fairy homes and artwork for Tinkerbell. So it runs in the family!
May 25th excerpt:
Peering under the dresser where the kid had been heading, Sam scanned the floor for signs of anyone else nearby. His sharp hazel eyes couldn’t make out much among the darkness and dustbunnies, so he resolved to do a better search later. After he’d figured out what was up with this tiny kid.
Using his elbows for balance, Sam pushed himself up to a kneeling position, staring at his cupped fists.
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Juno is very eager to meet the little one. Dean is a bit wary but ready
to greet the huge shepherd. So long as Stan is holding her back and
while Nate is supporting him from behind that is…I forgot how to dog. Sorry Juno looks a bit funky!
May 21st excerpt:
Oscar took in a shuddering breath while his body was still racked by sobs and his tense shivering. Any shot at answering, even with a weak plea for his life, was lost as soon as he peeked his eyes open. A huge face, bigger than he knew how to fathom, still hovered overhead, staring at him. After years living under the rule of don’t be seen, a weird mix of fear and guilt locked up his reply.
They were so loud anyway. They probably wouldn’t hear his meek little voice if he spoke.
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