For Neonthebright of her oc Jacob Andris and Dean Winchester from Nightmares06′s Brothers Apart au’s 🙂
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Sneak Peek
The boys are having a bit of trouble in this special crossover edition, For Science!
Dean continued to feel edgy, occasionally glancing ahead of them, to where Jacob held his best friend Bowman in a hand. Dean would be lying if he said he was completely comfortable around Jacob, especially when it came to the vulnerable sprites and Sam, but he reminded himself that Bowman had known Jacob longer and Sam had even gone into the kid’s hands once.
Dean’s fingers twitched at that memory.
They had only just reached the outskirts of the clearing, the sun shining against the tall grass with a merry twinkle, when it happened.
A breeze hit Dean, sending an icy shudder up his spine. He could faintly hear Sam exclaiming “Dean?!” in the distance, but it felt like they were separated by a long distance, instead of Sam lounging on his shoulder.
None of the blades of grass around them wafted in the breeze.
The world started to warp around Dean, the edge of the trees growing sharper. His head started to ache as his limbs grew heavy, a ringing in his ears drowning everything else out. “S-Sammy,” he tried to force out, wanting to warn his brother as the vertigo set in. He couldn’t even hear his own voice.
That was all he managed to get out. Dean felt himself collapsing on the ground. A tremble that might have been Jacob hitting the ground with him echoed up through the earth. Dean lost sight of Sam long before he landed. He hadn’t even felt Sam get thrown off.
The ringing grew in intensity.
As sleep claimed him at last, Dean could have sworn he heard a voice past it, chanting in Latin.
Jacob flinched so violently that he actually woke up with a startled breath. His eyes were wide for a second until he shut them and rubbed at them with his knuckles. He could tell by the wavering of the world around him that he was still drunk. And there was a wide green … wing? over him. Jacob shuddered and turned over in his place, trying to get comfortable again.
He brushed against Sam’s arm when he was shifting in place under the green canopy. With a mumble, Sam rolled a little closer, his arm landing over Jacob’s small body. Jacob flinched in surprise from the sudden appearance of an arm longer than his body. It was only a moment before Sam shifted again, pulling Jacob closer by instinct as soon as he noticed the shivers that wracked his body even in the depths of sleep.
Sam buried his head next to Jacob under the blankets, effectively pinning him to his chest the way one would a teddy bear at night. His grip was gentle, keeping away from the sore and bruised ribs that the tiny guy was nursing. Sam gave a brief mumble of contentment before he fully drifted into sleep again.
Jacob’s surprised squirming was practically nonexistent thanks to exhaustion. If he were at his full strength, sober, and not still shaking from residual fear, Jacob may have been able to squirm away. As it was, warmth that was all too hard to retain at his size was a welcome feeling. He settled with a weary sigh, knowing this was a battle he simply didn’t have the energy to fight. Sam’s heartbeat thumped steadily right behind his head, with Jacob nestled right next to his chest. It was a backdrop to him drifting off again, slipping back into a deep sleep aided by the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system.
The room settled into an uneasy silence as they rested, Dean on one side of the room against the wall, everyone else asleep under a green canopy of Bowman’s wing, blocking out sight of the enormous world around them.
Keeping them safe.
Artwork by @mogadeer!
November 13th excerpt:
“Maybe nobody’s … home,” Jacob muttered, drawing it out as he listened for more than the creaking sound of the house settling.
“Not likely,” Sam replied, alert and listening as intently as Jacob.
November 11th excerpt:
“And now you guys run around fighting monsters,” Jacob mused, cracking a grin.
“Everyone needs a hobby,” Sam shot back without missing a beat, a wry grin to match Jacob’s. “Like I said, I came to terms with this a long time ago. I have no problem working this way, even if it means I fight monsters the size of Godzilla. Dean has his strengths, and I’ve got mine. We’re a team.”
Inktober 23 2017 Jacob, Dean, and the Impala
How cute is Jacob and Dean here? Thanks Neonthewrite for requesting it!
I ran out of ink on one of my nicer pens so I had to finish coloring it in with a different brand of pen – I hope it’s not too noticeable.(Now that I got a new job the future pics are going to be a bit more simplified with the lack of much free time. however I am thrilled to be working again! )
November 9th excerpt:
Sam made sure to ask Jacob if it was okay before he took any of the food. He’d grown accustomed to sharing with Dean, but knew it wasn’t normal for people to regularly share a meal with someone, especially someone who was almost a complete stranger.
The food wasn’t the scalding hot temperature of something right off the stove, but the warmth that filled Sam at his first bite made him “Mm,” in satisfaction.
Jacob couldn’t help but notice a few things. Sam’s caution around the food wasn’t the same as a sprite’s; where Bowman might simply be worried about falling in, Sam was just trying to stay out of the way. He never even went for any of the food they’d shared so far before asking.
November 8th excerpt:
“Uh. Pocket okay?” Jacob asked, glancing at Sam in the mirror.
“That works.”
Instead of waiting for Jacob’s assistance, Sam scaled down from Jacob’s shoulder and ducked in the pocket himself, much like he did with Dean when the coast was clear. From here, Sam stood to check the height of the pocket, finding himself just tall enough to see out while standing.
Definitely deeper than Dean’s. Those were child’s play for Sam, unless he got buttoned in.
November 7th excerpt:
Right after spotting Sam, Jacob’s eyes flicked to the bundle of money next to him. It was big enough that Sam would have a hard time wrapping his arms around it, whether or not he could lift it. A willowy sprite like Bowman would have even more trouble. Even with Sam only standing at four inches tall, that amounted to a lot of cash.
Holy shit. Sam’s loaded.
Brothers Apart 