April 19th excerpt:

Bowman sighed thoughtfully and then pushed himself to his feet. His sore legs protested and tried to knock him down again, but he made it. His eyes wouldn’t focus on anything in the room for very long, and the sleepy haze over everything only caused more confusion. There were corners everywhere. And big, hulking, unfamiliar things no matter which direction he looked.

“I’ll look after Dean,” he decided, fluttering his wings to fly over the bed and hover just over Dean’s chest. He settled his boots down cautiously, wondering if he’d wake the human. After a few more seconds of a steady rise and fall, he took it as a good sign.

“This human dwelling is strange,” Bowman groused at Jacob while he sat and then lay down on his side. “You and your blasted corners.” That said, he pointedly covered himself with a wing like a protective blanket, hiding the sight of the room from himself.

For the AU, they won’t meet. (At least… they won’t meet yet. There’s always the possibility it will happen in the future.)

But, the good news is you will get to see Oscar and Jacob encounter each other at least once in our AUs, maybe even more than once! 


“Okay. You’re okay, I promise,” Jacob continued. He slipped a hand under the guy’s other shoulder and helped him sit up. The little guy let him, but when he looked up and caught a glimpse of Dean again he started to quake. Jacob, acting on impulse, pulled him into a hug so he couldn’t see Dean’s huge face looking down on him. Not until he calmed down. The tactic seemed to help, because the smaller person didn’t try to squirm out of the protective hug.

“H-he’s … he’s so … he’s a human … he’s a human,” the smaller man breathed, talking through his shock.

“Sure is,” Jacob answered. “And he’s not gonna hurt anybody, we all just got a little high strung this morning, that’s all. Everything’s fine, honest.”

Oscar shuddered and worked his hands up to his face. He scrubbed at his eyes, a task made tricky the way his arms were shaking. When he looked up again, he leaned a little to peek timidly around Jacob. Awe and trepidation in his eyes met growing concern. He broke eye contact quickly, unable to hold a lengthy stare with such an intense, giant face.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled out. “I was just looking around.” He sat back and Jacob let him, though one of his hands hovered near Oscar’s shoulder for a beat longer before lowering away. Oscar brushed away any lingering tears waiting on his eyes with the heel of his hand. So long as he avoided looking up at Dean’s face, he could try to pick up the pieces of his shattered nerves.

This is the type of thing that all depends on the type of fabric we’re talking about. You can take the kind of shirt I’m wearing and see right through it if you put your eye directly to it. That’s because for the most part girls wear a much thinner fabric than guys do. Now if you look at what the Winchesters wear, you’ll notice that it’s multi-layered shirts that are thick, flannel, dark fabric and the jackets as well will be bulky and stiff comparatively. So Sam might be able to see out of some of Dean’s shirts, but there’s no way he’s going to see out of them constantly.

Unless he feels like cutting himself a hole in the fabric. Then he’ll be seeing regardless.

April 8th excerpt:

Bowman was unable to halt his flight, slamming right into the shadowed shape. He felt his wings go numb as the impact dazed him. Then, he started to fall. A quiet yelp of fear slipped out of his mouth as he twisted in confusion, trying to get his wings to respond and catch him.

A solid surface materialized beneath his fall, and he crashed onto ground that was warm and pliant, the texture sickeningly familiar. There was a surprised sound up above as the giant that had caught him reacted to the impact, and then the surface underneath the sprite moved.

Before the dazed sprite could even try and flutter off of the hand he’d landed on, fingers curled inwards and sealed around his slim body. Each finger was the size of his body, and there was no chance of resisting them as they closed. Even Sam couldn’t fight back against that, and he was far stronger than any sprite in the Wellwood.

April 6th excerpt:

“Dad,” Bowman spoke up before his father could fly far. Gunner glanced at him, schooling his concerned expression into a neutral one. “Be careful, wouldja? This thing seems pretty dangerous.”

Gunner smirked faintly and nodded. “You got it, kid,” he answered before darting away. Bowman rolled his eyes before wandering closer to Jacob. In short order, he’d landed right on the human’s head.

“Comfy?” Jacob asked, amused. A wing, spread wide, slapped down on the top of his head.

Portability is definitely not why I write on this scale.

First things first, the main reason you see Sam standing at 4 inches tall is because the majority of my stories are either Brothers Apart, or AUs based on Brothers Apart. The scale is not going to change between them.

Second, I do have other stories that work with different scales. Reversal of Fate and An Ounce Of Courage both use the scale where Sam/Dean stand at 3 inches tall. This scale was discarded for BA because if he’s in it for the long haul, he’s going to need to do things for himself. He is not dependent on Dean in any way as some people seem to assume. Sam survived most of his life without his family around and could easily survive without them. He stays with Dean for reasons all his own.

–Sidenote here: In the horror story, Jacob is reduced down to barely an inch and a half tall and we’ll see exactly why that’s not a good thing. It’s a horror story for a reason.

I also won’t work with the Swift scale (Found in Gulliver’s Travels and The Borrowers). Since I write for enjoyment and I don’t enjoy writing my characters at 6 inches tall, you won’t find that here.

Lastly, the scales I and @neonthewrite use are not 4 inches = 6 feet.

Sam stands 4 inches tall, but his actual height is 6′4″. This gives us a ratio of about 1/19. If we put him and Bowman next to each other, they’re both 4 inches tall. Same scale, right?

Wrong! Bowman is actually the equivalent of 6′2″ in height. So he’s tall, but not quite at Sam’s height. He’s going to be disgruntled if they ever stand at the same scale and he comes to discover this human he can look straight in the eye is actually taller than him. Bowman’s ratio is about 1/18.5.

Aww, that would be so cute ^-^. They could have swimming lessons for Sam and Oscar since the tub is the size of a pond. Dean would have to watch those two closely, they are very smol kiddos.

Oscar would probably only be convinced to try if they gave him something to float on like that rubber duck. Poor little guy would fit down the drain, and since he’s generally so nervous, they’d need to sweeten the deal. And then he might just stay on his ducky the whole time. XD

April 2nd excerpt:

“I might not swat them if they catch me off guard, but I can pretty much guarantee they’d get grabbed.”

Jacob chuckled. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, but I think even Bowman will forgive you for it, no matter what he says.”

Bowman scoffed. “Humans are impossible,” he said, glancing aside at Sam. His adopted brother could easily be included in his grousing, and it went without saying.

March 26th excerpt: 

Jacob watched Sam move along for a few seconds. He was tempted to offer to help, and very nearly did. But the hilt of Sam’s sword glinted in the light, reminding Jacob of how capable the little guy was on his own. Jacob offering to help could just come across the wrong way, though he had never had to consider that before.

Once Sam and Bowman were a little more out of range, Jacob grabbed his backpack and stood to his full height. The pair of them dwindled away below him, and he stared for a second. Bowman kept looking over his shoulder to peer up at him, flicking his wings almost in annoyance.

How dare I be tall.

March 25th excerpt: 

Bowman looked over at Sam and pointed at the flesh-colored material stuck to Jacob’s hand. “What is that thing he’s got? I’ve never seen bandaging like that.”

“It’s a band-aid,” Sam explained patiently. He was used to Bowman’s curious questions. The sprite wanted to know everything he could, and the humans were a tempting store of knowledge. “It seals to his skin, see? That way, the cut won’t get infected. Remember we talked about human medicine? Humans don’t have healers like the sprites do. We gotta make do with what we can.”

After a split second of hesitation, Bowman opened up his wings and flapped them once to get into the air. Jacob froze as the little guy glided right over to his hand, hovering near it for a closer look at the band-aid. He even reached out to brush across the strange, almost alien material.