Sam is sick and a Dean is worried ;( u can make up a story to go along with this X3 ( I can’t draw hands they look like weird turtles XD) I’m just trying out this new app so that’s y it looks weird:D
Tag: hurt comfort
December 9th excerpt:
“Whoa– hey,” Sam uncurled, his own worries put aside as Anita began to cry. He reached out a tentative hand, putting it on her shoulder and gently coaxing her to face him.
“You didn’t do it, right?” Sam asked, funneling what little calm he could find to her. “You don’t have to be so upset. And when Dean finds us,” and he will, Sam swore inside his head, “you’ll be free too. I promise.”
August 10th excerpt:
With that settled, Dean knelt down next to Jacob. “Alright pint-size, c’mon,” he said, gesturing. “We’ve got to fix up the Sasquatch before he gets himself into any more trouble.”
Sam stepped onto his outstretched hand, resigned to being checked over for injuries before anything else, and indeed, the first thing that happened was he was lifted up in front of the intense green eyes.
June 28th excerpt:
“I’m just getting out some tools,” Sam said, keeping his even tone. “No weapons.” Withdrawing his hand into the light, he brandished the slender tweezers, made to be longer than a standard one. A fleeting thought passed through his mind, wondering if the giant could even see something so small.
The next few steps cleared the distance between Sam and the hands and he found himself wondering at the size. It was obvious why their struggles had meant nothing. Sam was one of the tallest people he knew, but he was shorter than some of the fingers that stretched out before him. Minute twitches he would never see on his own hand were as clear as day, and Sam could swear he saw the skin moving an infinitesimal amount that could only be caused by a powerful pulse.
Then, he took that fateful first step. One step, and Sam was completely at the mercy of the giant by choice. The pulse throbbed under him and a twitch in the thick skin threatened to toss him off, but he endured. If Dean saw Sam sprawl like that, he could overreact and then they’d be back at square one.
“This is going to hurt,” Sam warned as he knelt by the first puncture wound. “There’s not much I could do to stop that.”
Had a story in my head after watching the latest episode, so if anyone’s interested, check it out:
A Ghost from the Past (11×17)
A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.
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–A bonus of this story is it is the first official appearance of Brothers Lost Dean as he makes a surprise guest appearance, so if you want to see what he’s like, check it out! Spoilers for episode 11×17! –
Do not mess with the tiny Dean! Do not!
Artwork commissioned from @homeiswheretheheartsare
Sneak Peek!
In celebration of reaching ten stories for Brothers Apart, this story is a special edition. It brings in a new set of characters that I’m very excited for everyone to welcome into the BA universe!
A Lich of Sense arrives officially on December 11th.
Over the last hour, Dean’s movements had become more sluggish, his snark slowing down compared to normal. Sam could feel a pang of fear whenever he caught sight of Dean’s arm. His brother had tied a tourniquet to slow the bleeding while they were walking, but the red stain had continued to spread.
Dean was weakening, and there was nothing he could do.
“Dean, how–” Sam’s query was cut short when the massive hunter suddenly dropped down, going to a sit with his legs crossed. He leaned back against a tree, closing his eyes to the silence of the forest.
It took Sam a few moments to recover, shoulders slightly shaking from the terror of the ground dropping out from under him. It gave the effect of being trapped in free-fall, with no seatbelt to secure him in place. Dean had never done anything like that without warning, or making sure Sam was secure.
“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked worriedly once he caught his breath again. The huge hunter was paler than normal, his lips a brighter pink against the whitened skin.
A green eye cracked open, searching out Sam. “Yeah, Sammy. I’ll be okay. Just… gotta rest for a bit…”
Worry spiked in Sam even more. It wasn’t like Dean to just rest like this… not on a case… and with his injury beyond Sam’s ability to handle, Sam couldn’t risk Dean dropping off into a deep sleep. Most of the time, Dean was an extraordinarily light sleeper, waking at the smallest noises around him (like Sam, arguing with his father by Dean’s laptop that first time they’d met up again), but other times nothing could budge him, come hell or high water.
Standing precariously on his perch, Sam shoved roughly against Dean’s cheek. It was clammy to the touch, ratcheting Sam’s worry up another notch. “C’mon, Godzilla. No falling asleep. You have townspeople to terrify.”
This elicited a grumble from the hunter, but nothing more. Thankful that Dean was still responsive, Sam started to climb down the long sleeve to where Dean’s hands were folded on his lap.
He had an idea.
Coming soon in Adventures at Bobby’s 😉 Just about down to the last detail. XD
Sam’s Soda
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: After The Golden Touch
Sam groaned, doubling over. His bottlecap shifted far enough on the pillow to tip, spilling the Coke all over the plush white surface. It spread out a dark stain.
Dean poked his head out of the bathroom, concern on his face at the quiet moaning. “Sam, is everything…”
He spotted the doubled-over form on the pillow. “Sam!” Dean was over at the bed in an instant.
Sam felt himself fall onto his back, thrown off balance from the sight of Dean growing so large, so fast. He blinked up at his older brother looming overhead for a few seconds before curling up again in pain.
It was so all-encompassing he didn’t even pay any mind to the two hands that cupped carefully around him, slowly edging under his body. Sam was lifted up into the air, finding himself level with concerned green eyes.
A finger brushed against his arms, trying to coax him out of his crumpled position. “Sam, did you drink the soda?”
“Uhhh… maybe. W…why?”
Dean’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and he moved his hand so Sam could lay flat. “I think maybe next time we should wait for it to go flat.”
Sam buried his face in the thick, soft skin underneath. He felt a burp come up, lessening the pressure in his middle.
“I think maybe you’re right.”
Brothers Apart 