Commission for @torchmlp and @samwinchesterseyes!
Torch and samwinchesterseyes wanted a continuation of the sizeshifter Sam AU, so here we are!
Word count: 1907
Together, the Winchesters were able to piece together the events of that night.
Somehow, Sam had grown to a giant, and stopped the werewolf in its tracks. Restrained the werewolf long enough for Dean to dart in, sinking his silver knife into its throat, taking out the threat.
After that, Sam somehow lost his giant stature, diminishing to just a few inches in height. Dean had tracked him down, and pocketed him for safe-keeping.
“I can’t believe you stuck me in a pocket,” Sam muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a thumb.
Dean sent him a side-eyed look, both hands firmly on the wheel of the Impala as they got the hell out of dodge. The last thing they needed was the authorities showing up to a bloody murder scene in a demolished house. As guilty as that would make them look, they’d be lucky if they could pull off an escape before getting thrown in jail.
The night was dark, the sun fallen beneath the horizon long ago. Dean had only stopped at the motel long enough to toss their bags in the back, not bothering to check out. Sam had to stay and wait for him, impatient and antsy, wondering if his strange affliction was over or if it was just beginning.
“Where else was I supposed to put ya?” Dean said defensively. Mirth glinted in his eyes, full of adrenaline from their successful case. “It’s not everyday I find myself a fun-sized brother!
Sam’s face turned red at the idea. “Not funny, Dean!”
Tag: hurt dean
June 3rd excerpt:
The bottle wobbled under his foot and Dean caught the edge of the box and clung to it, taking a second to find his footing. His knees shook and he put all his effort into the hold he had on the box, standing straight.
Even standing on the bottle, the edge of the box was high compared to him, but Dean knew he could clear it.
Taking a deep breath to prepare, Dean pushed off with both feet, swinging his legs over the edge in one smooth, athletic motion. He twisted in midair, getting his feet beneath him when he landed safely on the other side. All that disrupted his triumphant move was a grimace of pain from his bruises, stiffly putting a hand on his back to straighten in place.
December 22nd excerpt:
“Sit still and get better,” Moira snipped at him, quickly making the cup and scooping water into it. “You’re not doing yourself any favors by pushing it.”
“Thanks, mom,” Dean said tartly. “Who’s the oldest here again?”
“That’d be me,” John pointed out, easily drawing attention to himself. He was steadily learning how to control his voice around the smaller folk, especially at close proximity. However, John supposed he couldn’t prevent himself from being an overwhelming presence to them even at his quietest.
With a shrug, John went on. “And as a doctor, I have to agree with Moira. You need rest. And eat up, you’re gonna have to replenish your iron and vitamins to get your strength back.”
Dean gave John a flat glare. “You two,” he griped, pointing first at Moira then at John, “are not supposed to be on the same side!”
December 17th excerpt:
John couldn’t help but marvel at the amount of detail he was able to see through the small lens, if slightly distorted. The individual spikes of Dean’s hair which swayed as though in time with a breeze; it didn’t take John long to realize that the breeze was his breath, and he made a conscious effort to lessen the gust. Freckles across Dean’s cheeks and stubble on his chin, the tiniest things that John wouldn’t be able to make out ordinarily. Bloodstains on his black shirt, and… John squinted and looked closer, a little thrown by the sight of a necklace resting against Dean’s chest. Even with the magnifier, all he could really make out was an outline of a leather cord and a metallic gleam from a pendant.
“What is that? ” Sherlock piped up, leaning in close again.
Brothers Apart 