Still behind on Lich, but I couldn’t resist the bitty bros!
Tag: jacob andris
We are just as excite for it! Have a snippet to read ^-^
“I’m near the village, yeah. I’m guessing I’ll have to get over there before Bowman freaks out about squirrels or something but … well I probably won’t miss your arrival.”
“You know me,” Dean quipped lightly. “I’m just the life of the party. You know you can’t wait to see me arrive.” Despite his words, he couldn’t help but worry as well, a fact he was trying to keep hidden. Unlike Bowman, Jacob had no wings to use to escape any animals out there. And unlike Sam, he wasn’t used to being small. At least Sam could put his expert climbing skills to use finding hand- and footholds to scramble up a tree if he had to. Dean doubted Jacob would fare any better than Dean himself at that type of venture.
“You get yourself to safety, alright? We need our hunting buddies all in one piece, downsized or not. That’s what’s important here.” He moved on to packing up Sam’s belongings, a small bed and desk Bobby had found for them after discovering the small Winchester was still alive. In fact, it had been Bobby’s gentle prodding that had galvanized Dean into building a Sam-sized panic room under the seat of the Impala, so there was a safe haven for Sam and Bowman if they ever needed it. There was a variety of threats out there for guys their size, and Dean was determined to give his brother every advantage he could provide.
“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll do that,” Jacob answered uncertainly. He glanced over at the stream. There were supposedly stepping stones for the flightless sprites to cross the stream safely, but he couldn’t imagine them being easy. The sprites grew up with wings and judged their entire sense of balance on them. Jacob didn’t have that kind of advantage.
If this is a party, then where’s the beer?
May 18th excerpt:
“Anything’s possible,” Dean argued stubbornly back as they started on their way towards the boxes, aiming at a crack between them to start searching. He glanced behind at Jacob and made a shooing motion. “Who’d expect people like us to be hanging out with a hunter?”
“We’re the ones who helped him become a hunter,” Sam said in exasperation.
“Exactly! That’s my point! ”
Jacob watched them walk away for a second more, struck by the fact that he’d just been shoo’d with a hand so small he could barely see it from where he knelt.
May 16th excerpt:
Jacob got into the huge, shining black 1967 Impala parked at the curb, settling onto the bench seat with a sigh. The key was in the ignition before he glanced down at his pocket with a grin. “Back on the road again,” he announced, before turning the key with a roar of the engine.
The flap of the pocket shifted, and Sam was the first one out. Normally, the brothers would already be on Jacob’s shoulder, or hiding in a hoodie to keep out of sight from Mariana. There was no way to know her reaction to finding out that tiny people were real, and with Mike being a cop, the brothers chose to avoid any situations that might result in discovery. He seemed like a nice enough man, but if the police discovered littles, people everywhere could be put in danger.
“Shotgun!” Sam shouted, off like a shot. Dean was left behind in the dust, and Sam used the thick threads of Jacob’s shirt to climb his way over to the right shoulder.
Dean hauled himself up, nowhere near as fast. “Dammit,” he huffed. “That’s my spot.”
May 15th excerpt:
Walking along Jacob’s finger like a balance beam, Sam stopped when he reached the center of the broad palm. There was more than enough room for Dean to join him, as they’d found when both brothers fell asleep there. It was bigger than Sam’s old bed in Trails West, or Dean’s nest of fabric that continued to wait for them in his old home, if they ever managed to return.
May 14th excerpt:
Jacob’s eyes flickered curiously to the laptop. He’d gotten it to help with hunting after Sam and Dean (with some help from Bobby Singer, a mentor to all of them) got him into fake credit cards. It opened up so many possibilities, but Jacob tried to keep things to a minimum while they were staying in his home, where his stepfather the cop was hanging around.
The laptop, however, was a must, and it had been pretty much claimed by the small brothers walking on it now.
All the stories with Bowman and Jacob featured in them are crossovers with Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood. It’s a great read for anyone looking for quality gt, and hopefully in the future these babies will be published! I recommend (I being @nightmares06).
For the other sprite-related asks sent in (that don’t relate to Brothers Apart or our AUs), check out @neonthewrite, where they will be posted.
May 12th excerpt:
Jacob’s eyes were wide. He tried to imagine waking up so little, and he felt his shoulders tensing up in spite of himself. His fingers curled slightly, almost ready to hug Sam again for what he’d been through, but instead he just brushed one tiny arm with his thumb, getting better and better at the gesture.
“Maybe his brother’s still in one a’ the other rooms,” Jacob suggested. “We can just go ask.”
May 11th excerpt:
Sam was able to take the end of the gauze and tie up his hand. He held it up to show it off to Jacob. “What do you think? It’s like an oven mitt! I could be a cook!” Sam gave his new friend a big smile, wanting to make sure Jacob wasn’t upset anymore about letting him down. It wasn’t Jacob’s fault, and Sam didn’t want him to think it was.
Jacob grinned and snickered quietly. “Or a baseball player!” he added in, staring at the thick bandaging wrapped around that little hand. It made the injury look a lot worse than a scrape from falling down. Hopefully that meant it’d get better a lot faster. Jacob hadn’t even noticed the blood on Sam’s hands when he first picked him up.
This is actually a pretty straightforward question. The sprites don’t follow any traditions/beliefs pertaining to a menstrual cycle, because they don’t have one. Despite appearances, they are not closely related to the Great Ape family, and that’s actually one of the only types of mammal that has a cycle.
Sprites, all of my sprites, are Spirit-made, so even though they look a lot like humans there are a handful of biological differences (in the case of the wood sprites, they’re actually part plant so that right there opens up a bunch of differences).
Jacob, explaining this to Dean in Brothers Asunder:
Jacob frowned, feeling a little like a bad guy for what he was suggesting. But, as the only one good to drive the car, he knew that he had some room to insist. Dean needed the rest. Another glance down at Bowman showed that he needed it, too.
It also gave Jacob an idea. He reached out and gently scooped his hand under Bowman. The sprite flopped over on his hand before sitting up sluggishly, blinking slowly. His wings hung slack.
“What?” Bowman groused, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
Jacob looked over Bowman’s slumped form at Dean. “Bowman’s basically a plant, Dean. He’s been up and flying around since well before the sun went down. He needs to recuperate a little, at least. And you probably should, too. You had an arm busted tonight, dude.”
“Plant?” Dean asked, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Like energy-from-the-sun kinda plant?” He gave Bowman a slightly accusing look. “And you didn’t want to tell me that? ” he shot at the sprite, sounding put out after being lectured about how Bowman was ‘fine’ not long ago. How in the world was he going to be able to watch out for the little sprite if he didn’t even know something as important as that? At least if he or Jacob needed energy they could grab some coffee or a soda, but a plant…
“We don’t have an extra sun on hand, so you’ll need to take it easy until the morning,” Dean said tartly. “Sam won’t be happy if we run his little brother into the ground when he’s not around.” He held out his hand, beckoning Jacob to hand the sprite over. “I’ll keep an eye on small fry over here and make sure he doesn’t get into any more trouble.”
Brothers Apart 