And the winning story, with 25 out of the possible 100 votes (it was a very close poll!), is…
A World of Secrets!
After being attacked, Sam wakes up in a dark place, surrounded by strangers. He escapes them only to find that his life won’t be going back to normal any time soon…
This marks the beginning of a new AU, Brothers Unexpected! Where Sam is separated from Dean, but not from humanity, despite his new curse.
The blue-eyed man brushed Sam’s messy hair back. “My name’s Walt, and this is Mallory,” he introduced, his voice remaining level. “A few days ago, you and your brother got attacked. Do you remember that?”
Sam nodded mutely.
“That lady… the w-itch…” Walt was uncertain as he enunciated the word as though he’d never said it before. “She hit you with something. Some… spell. After it was cast, your brother couldn’t see you.”
Walt swallowed thickly. “We got you out before you got hurt more… but Sam… your family. They’re gone. The witch ran and they chased her.”
Sam’s eyes started to spill over. “N…no,” he mumbled. “Dean wouldn’t leave me. They wouldn’t abandon me!” By the end, he was shouting, his thin voice going up an octave in his panic. The memories in his mind clamored for attention. They overlapped and caused his breath to hitch.
Both Walt and Mallory flinched at the sound of his shout, eyes nervously flashing to their ceiling. Mallory put a delicate hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Sam, they never wanted to,” she said in her lyrical voice. “They thought the witch killed you and just wanted to…” She trailed off, her eyebrows furrowing uncertainly.
“She cursed you, Sam,” Walt cut in gruffly. “Everyone you knew is a giant. That’s why they didn’t see you and that’s why we had to get you out of there. They’re dangerous.”
A silence stretched out between them. Sam’s hand started to shake, more of the cup crumpling inwards as a tear slid down his cheek. “G-giants?” he asked timidly.
Something in his mind clicked before Walt could get out another word. “No! ” Sam stated firmly. “Dean’s not… Dean would never…” His words jumbled and he started to hyperventilate.
Sam shoved the covers off. His water splashed out of the deformed cup. Droplets of water spilled onto the wooden flooring.
Hot. He was too hot.
The world was too cold but he was too hot.
Walt just barely managed to catch the metal cup as it fell, but it was too late.
Sam stumbled out of the bed… nest… fabric. He almost fell over to dodge a well-meaning grab from Mallory, her face covered with sympathy. Sam squirmed between the two people that had saved his life, his desperation giving him energy to escape.
He needed to go. Dean was out there, he had to be.
Sam just had to find him.
Shoving the fabric draped over the doorframe, Sam ignored the cries of alarm that came from his former room. His eyes darted around the new room, and he quailed at the sight of a penny casually kicked against the side of the wall.
It was large enough to serve as a dinner plate.
No, they’re making it up. They’re lying, they have to be!
As soon as he saw another doorframe, Sam ran for it. He had to get out before they grabbed him and put him back in bed. There might not be another chance for escape. Dean always told him to watch out for himself. A hand brushed reflexively against the knife tucked away in his soft tan jacket and Sam prayed he never had to use it.
There was a block in front of the door. It was heavy, but Sam shoved it to the side. The adrenaline filling him made his hands shaky, but it gave him energy he could draw on. He needed to get away, he needed to escape.
A dark passageway arched overhead. The panic that Sam was drowning in refused to let him really see it. He couldn’t make out the cobwebs that lurked in the unreachable corners. The nails in the wooden walls were bigger than his hand but his eyes just brushed over them. He needed to run.
And so he ran.
Wind whipped Sam’s hair into a frenzy. In the distance, the sound of boots came. He was being followed. Panic lent speed to his strides, and Sam pushed himself like he’d never pushed himself before. It was a race. He needed to find a way out of this dark world before that Walt could catch him. It was as simple as that.
Sam’s eyes flashed from side to side as he searched for a way out. The dark walls were dusty, but footprints could be made out in the thick dust. Sam set himself to following them, driven by desperation. He was only ten, and his legs weren’t as long as Walt’s. If it took him too long to find help, he’d lose the race.
“Sam! Wait up, please! You don’t understand!”
Sam pushed the voice out of his mind and ran even faster, if that was possible. A wood splinter jutted out, nearly tripping the young kid up, but he only stumbled, scraping one hand against the ground. The skin was raw and red as he forced himself to run again.
He spotted a light in the distance, and a tiny bubble of hope filled his chest.
A way out.
There was another shout, but Sam didn’t even hear it this time. The wall gave way to an opening where the light was, and Sam felt triumph fill his chest as it turned out to be warm motel room light. He was safe. He could just walk out the door and go search for…
Any thought he had in mind trailed off as Sam skid to a halt.
Something was more than wrong. The room was distorted, the beds and walls arching up over his head by what seemed like miles. He’d run right past the gigantic nightstand, thinking it was just another hallway, leaving him exposed in the center of the floor.
Sam froze, his entire body filling with fear as he realized that Walt may have been telling him the truth.
It’s impossible to choose! I can’t even pick a favorite Winchester; I love them both for different reasons!
Since it’s pretty obvious I love my supernatural characters, since I’m always writing them, I’ll just touch on the OCs that come to mind:
Jacob is an absolute sweetheart, he reminds me so much of my own husband. Tol and gentle, very hard to piss off. He needs a few bops, but always takes scoldings from the smols to heart (once he figures out they’re not joking around with him during initial encounters).
Oscar is just such a wee bean, he needs all the food and hugs and mousies there are. Give him a sandwich and some pie, stat. And as mild as he is, he still pulls through for them, the bravest lil guy around.
Walt was such a surprise of a character, considering initial plans were that he didn’t survive the first story. Here he is, telling off giants in multiple AUs, and being the best borrower dad around.
Stan’s such great fun. He and Dean were just meant to be best friends from the start. I’m looking forward to sharing more stories with him in them!
The newly-minted team of hunters runs into some downtime between cases. Sam and Dean Winchester, cursed to live at a fraction of their original height, agree to a new trip with Jacob; this time on the road home to reassure his mom he’s still alive and kicking.
An uninvited guest throws this family reunion into a mess, and suddenly Jacob’s left alone to piece together what happened…
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Mariana Andris, Bobby Loran
In Brothers Found, Bowman was found by 2 humans and 1 tiny, what if they (Sam, Dean and Jacob) were all human size and Bowman was the only one his size? And BTW your stories are so awesome.
Well, for starters, all three giants would likely get bitten at least once (and Dean probably more than once). Bowman doesn’t carry any weapons and he may be a pacifist, but he’s not afraid to act in whatever defense he can. That includes chomping on any fingers that get in the way, and also slinging as many insults as he can.
He covers his fear with snark, and being caught by three giants– all of them big dudes even among humans– would really scare the poor sprite. He’d be snarking up a storm, but they’d also probably be able to see how wired he was. Especially if they decided to take him out of the forest; he would be fighting that every step of the way and they’d have a very frantic sprite on their hands.
Most likely, Jacob would be on babysitting duty for the sprite. He’d mind all the biting the least, and would keep Bowman out of the more experienced hunters’ way until they could all regroup and find out more about him.
So random idea. Have u ever read this fanfic called Inverse Operations? Where Sam is the older brother and Dean the younger brother? I was thinking it would be kinda cool to see a version of Brothers Apart based on that
I have not.
I do enjoy fanfiction from time to time, but I tend to stay in the g/t niche a lot of the time (when I can find the stuff, that’s another problem on its own). There’s also not a lot of time in the day anymore where I can sit down and read a good story.
Age swaps are fun, but officially I prefer to keep certain parts of the Supernatural universe intact. Sam and Dean are always brothers, Dean the older and Sammy the younger… However, for a case or two it’s something that would be fun to play around with, just like how the series de-aged Dean for an episode and Sam had to deal with his teenager ‘older’ brother, who was no longer of drinking age but still had all his memories intact.
I do briefly touch on this kind of idea in my canon-style fic Don’t You Cry No More, where Dean ends up younger than Sam through a very unfortunate situation, read at your own risk, and we have… plans… in the Brothers Apart multiverse…
After Jacob in Wonderland, did Jacob remain with Sam and Dean until his injuries (at least the big ones) healed or did he have to make up a story for his family and friends?
Jacob had some adjusting to do before he could let himself go home. He’s learned quite a bit about hiding big secrets ever since he joined the team, but there was a lot that happened in that story. He would be way too haunted and twitchy if he went home too soon.
Luckily, they happen to know a whole village of sprites that have healing magic. Jacob was mother-henned by the Winchester brothers at the end of the story (and probably after, too), and the sprites would be no different. Especially Rischa, who knew the depth of his trauma and pain the minute he came back to the village. She wouldn’t have told the brothers since he didn’t want them to worry even more, but she’s told Bowman enough for him to be able to help Jacob out.
After he got his injuries patched up enough, he went home to try to keep himself busy, but he found himself visiting Wellwood a lot more often after Wonderland.
I’m actually gonna piggyback off this question. For my entry into the contest I had a few of the tols in a homely setting. So I’m kind of interested in their second question — while at home and relaxing, are they the type of people to go barefoot or wear socks? For characters like Jacob, in his house is it common to wear shoes inside or are they the type of household who leave their shoes in a small locker by the entrance?
For the most part, this is going to come down to pure preference for the family in question. A lot will likely leave their shoes by the door to avoid tracking mud into the household. On the other hand, younger kids (and hunters like Sam and Dean) won’t take off their shoes or boots unless they absolutely need to.
Dean, for instance, barely gave in to taking off his boots when he was watching a movie while sitting in bed, and he only gave in when Sam insisted, tossing his boots in the corner in Jacob in Wonderland.
In the Andris house, Mariana likes to keep things clean. She makes sure outdoors shoes are left by the door if she can. Jacob wears socks around, and so does his stepdad. Mariana herself wears flat slippers when she’s in the house.