(Story 2 of the Brothers Apart series)
After being separated for over a decade, Sam and Dean are still trying to get used to living with each other again. Four inch tall Sam is just starting to adjust to living with a gigantic human when they find something in Dean’s pocket that sets them on the road with a new case.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Nixie the Aeternum sprite, Lityerses
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April 16th excerpt:
Sam and Dean’s home was somewhere inside, out of sight but decidedly not out of earshot of the raps of Sherlock’s relatively enormous knuckles.
“Dean!”
April 15th except:
John stood and approached the desk again, reaching his free hand in the brothers’ direction.
Dean didn’t have time to think through his actions; he just reacted.
The second John’s hand reached towards the two children, Dean tossed himself over Sam, shielding his little brother with his own body. All of a few ounces and three and a half inches large, Dean wasn’t the best protection, but it was all he had to offer his little brother and he’d be dammed if he just let anyone pick up the kid without trying to stop them.
(Story 1 of the Brothers Apart series)
Sam was hit with a witch’s curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they’ve trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witch’s gaze all these years. And someone very familiar will be staying at the motel he lives in, all unknowing. This sets off a chain of events that changes Sam’s life forever.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Celeste, Walt Watch, Mallory Watch
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April 11th excerpt:
Screwing on the lid with more effort than he needed, Bobby scowled at the jar. “Better watch that mouth of yours around Dean,” he warned the downsized hunter. “He’s not one to take that kind of thing lying down.”
March 28th excerpt:
Dean pushed himself back from John with his free hand, trying to inch backwards from the man and put some space between them. That is, until he ran up against the hand cupped behind and flinched away again.
“We don’t want your help,” Dean protested, clinging to Sam. “People can’t be trusted, what makes you any different?”
March 17th excerpt:
Even when he first shrank down, he hadn’t encountered a feeling like this. It fluttered in his chest like a rabbit’s heartbeat and he tried to run faster. He even abandoned the food tucked under his arm, all to gain more distance, more speed.
March 15th excerpt:
He lurched over to the enormous plate. Without even pausing to assess things, he greedily grabbed one of the potato chips in both hands. Dragging it towards himself, it caused a rustle as all of the others shifted around it.
Logan froze and looked up towards the doorway to the hall.
March 11th excerpt:
Jacob shuffled over to the music player and crouched down next to it. The cord from the earphones was cumbersome, and it almost felt like it was actively trying to tangle around him as he pushed it aside so he could reach the buttons.
When he could finally see the front of the device, now the size of a TV for him, he pressed an entire hand on one of the buttons. Choosing his own music, at least, was something he could still do by himself without someone making an argument against it.
March 9th excerpt:
When a finger bigger than either brothers head brushed over Dean, melting some of the snow instantly on contact and knocking a few other flakes free from his flattened spike of hair, he jerked back on instinct, and dragged Sam along with him as he cringed from the hand that could scoop them both into a fist in seconds. Sam was limp, offering no resistance to Dean’s motion.
John sucked in a startled breath, jerking his hand back for a second. Before he could think about it, his hand shot back out and curled behind the moving figure’s back. His hand didn’t close, simply formed a barrier of warmth for the kid. They looked so small against his palm, and he took half a second to process the fact that they didn’t just look like tiny kids, they were real.
Brothers Apart 