“I think I got lucky, having a brother like Dean. He hasn’t come close to stepping on me since we met back up. I think all those years apart wore on him. He seems afraid anytime I’m out of sight. Of course, I know better than to let my own guard down. Anywhere that humans walk, normally, I stay away from unless I’m absolutely certain I’m safe. You don’t live at this size without learning a few things about safety and being cautious. I think having Kara around made him a lot more vigilant. She has a habit of popping up when you least expect it. She keeps slipping away from Christian and Walt just so she can visit Dean.

“Oh, and if we’re talking about Dean accidentally grabbing me, he’s already mistaken me for a screwdriver, put his hand in the pocket I was sitting in and the asshat dumped a dirty t-shirt on my head and grabbed me with it. I thought he was going to do his laundry with me in it! Jerk.”

Oh yes, definitely! Sam is stuck with a brother who loves to flirt, there’s no question. This should show up in the future, once I get a good flirting setup (being ace, I’m not the best at the flirt, that’s for sure).

Sam would be stuck in there, grumbling the entire time. He can only do so much from a pocket if there’s a girl around Dean, after all. Can’t let her figure out he’s got a pint-sized brother squirreled away after all.

I might not have done any flirting (yet!), but a buddy of mine, neonthebright, actually wrote a fic based on Brothers Apart, and here’s a little passage of Sam stuck with his flirtatious brother:


The girl at the front desk didn’t look to be any older than Dean.  That was a stroke of good luck.  He put on his most winning smile and sauntered up to the desk, leaning an elbow on it casually.  “Hey there, miss,” he greeted her amicably.  In his pocket, Sam put his hand over his face with a sigh.  You’re here to work, not flirt, Dean, he thought, though he knew he would probably never talk that habit out of his brother.

She smiled slowly, the look of someone caught off guard.  His smile had definitely disarmed her.  Still got it, Dean thought.  “Hello, sir.  How can I help you?  Are you here to visit someone, or are you a new volunteer?”  She almost sounded hopeful.

“Visiting,” Dean answered.  “I’m looking for Belinda Walters.  Can ya tell me where her room is?”


If you want to read more, check out the fic! It takes place right after the First Interlude:

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A big Sam would have him underestimating his own strength… things are so much lighter now! Who knew he’d be so strong? And Dean would have to make sure Sam knew where he was at all times, since the younger brother is nowhere near as used to watching where he walks as the older brother is. And we all know how Dean is with heights. The poor guy will not enjoy hanging out on a shoulder the way Sam does at all!

Maybe he can at least discover the joys of giant pie, if Sam can figure out how to use a credit card and buy him some.

There will definitely be some size shenanigans in the future of the series! Things would be too easy to just leave things alone, right? Those boys have to stay on their toes!

Sam would have to find a way to either get hold of Bobby, or research on the laptop how to reverse the curse. He’d get a kick out of Dean as a dog, though, once he got used to being tailed by a really big lost puppy while he walked around.

The worst part of it for Dean would be if he goes in the Impala, he’d be breaking his own rule: No dog’s in the Impala, damnit!

headcannon: Sam complains about pocket lint in his drinking cap, so Dean improvises and buys a tin of mints, empties it, and keeps Sam’s drinking cap and a few other Items for his brother in there. like a safety pin and a piece of one of Dean’s older shirts that Sam uses as a blanket in the car. in a pinch, Sam can fold his legs a little and use the tin as a bed. its not the most comfortable way to sleep but he doesn’t want to worry about falling off a shoulder while sleeping.

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Plus side is he smells all minty when he wakes up, and Dean always makes sure the tins in a safe place while Sam sleeps away the car ride.

Sam HATES the mint smell. Dean thinks it’s absolutely adorable, but Sam uses scented floss enough that he’s grown to hate smelling like it. And even though Sam usually ends up on the shoulder anyway, the tin is nice when Sam isn’t particularly happy with Dean.

The tin is better than being stuck in Dean’s pocket when he takes a nap and he’s annoyed with Dean. Everyone needs some space from time to time and these two don’t get much most of the time