July 15th excerpt:
Sam stumbled to his feet, his neck craned back in an attempt to keep John’s face in sight. He nearly tripped over the edge of the handkerchief Dean was snuggled in, stepping back to look up at John’s immense height.
“You’re tall! ” Sam proclaimed, looking impressed at how high up John’s arms stretched overhead. From down on the nightstand, the giant doctor looked like he could touch the sky.
July 14th excerpt:
“Tell you what,” John offered Sam a small encouraging smile. “How ‘bout some breakfast, and when your brother wakes up I’ll see what I can do to help both your burns. Sound good?”
“That sounds great!” Sam said, clambering to his feet. Realizing he didn’t have boots on, his bare feet slapping against the wood, he hurriedly grabbed his boots, slipping into his dry socks. “Whatcha got?”
July 13th excerpt:
“My back’s hurting, but that’s the same as always,” Sam dismissed. “My legs are what really hurts– we ran all day!”
“I can imagine,” John winced at the memory of jogging for exercise when he was younger and how sore that used to make him. After running for their lives, soreness was the least of these kids’ worries. “That should go away just fine with some stretching and drinking plenty of water.”
One thing did stand out to John and made his brow pinch in concern. “How long has your back been hurting you?” he asked gently, worried Sam might have some sort of condition or injury.
(A collection of pre-series short stories from the Brothers Consulted series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @borrowedtimeandspace
Sam and Dean, attacked and cursed by a witch at the tender ages of 10 and 14, did their best. They escaped, they got away from her clutches. But the first people they go to for help don’t turn out to be on their side, and they find themselves living in London, trying their best to get by under four inches in height.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Moira Wainscot
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(Story 1 of the Brothers Consulted series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @borrowedtimeandspace
Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business
Over a decade ago, a serious of unfortunate events led to the Winchesters, at only a few inches in height, being forcibly relocated to London. Now, they’ve adjusted to their size and found a new home to live in that just happens to be the same residence of a certain detective and his blogger…
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade
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Artwork by @lamthetwickster!
June 6th excerpt:
Only one thing left to do, and that was move the boys. Here John was especially attentive, eyes locked on Sam and Dean to see if he was jostling them. He slowly nudged them across the surface of the desk and into the palm of his hand. Then he cupped his free hand under them and walked as smoothly as humanly possible. He didn’t dare wake them.
Sherlock isn’t actually in Discovered just yet!
Since we’re following close to the story in Sherlock Holmes, he doesn’t meet John until later on in life. John finds the boys when they’re just kids, and he’s in school, before he goes off to war.
Tiny Sherlock would be a lot like tiny Dean in so many respects. So much attitude and bravado and bristle all packed into an itty bitty body, practically overflowing. Of course he’s still cleverer than all those humans, even if he is forced to stay in hiding most of the time, which he would be very grumpy about. Borrower Sherlock has a chip on his shoulder and a lot to prove.
May 15th excerpt:
With his offered food carefully held in his palm, John entered his room once again. His steps were slow and smooth as he continued to heed Dean’s request. He resolutely kept to that pace when he transferred the fragment of paper plate to a relatively flat part of the handkerchief near Dean.
“Anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” said John once the food was in place, backing away from the desk to finally remove his coat. In all the excitement, he hadn’t taken the time until now.
It might be!
Dean’s not the type to go out and buy fruit he doesn’t need, so this probably isn’t something you’ll find with the Winchester pair even if it occurred to them to freeze food. It is, however, something that John Watson thought of, though he didn’t pick a grape when he found an ice pack he could use for his extra-smol patients:
John went to the freezer for a cold pack. After what Sam had gone through with the ice packs for his bruises, the doctor spent one of his days off scouring the internet for friendlier, less messy alternatives to ice. After finding something surprising, John went out and bought a bag of mini marshmallows to keep in the freezer. Apparently they absorbed the cold really well, and since they were soft they were easier to apply to sore or achy spots on the body. Dean wouldn’t have to deal with the wetness of melting ice, and he’d have something sweet to nibble on later if he liked.
As strange as it was, it was a better option, theoretically.
Tearing open the plastic bag, John fished one marshmallow out and quickly placed it in front of Dean before the heat from his fingers could pass into it. “Cold pack,” he explained, fishing around a drawer for a fastener to keep the bag shut when he put it away.
Dean pushed himself up with a grunt, dubiously eyeing the offerings left next to him. “Marshmallow?” he questioned, picking it up. With a mental shrug, he held it to his forehead. “Oh, that hits the spot,” he declared, propping his elbow on his knee so he could stay sitting up.
Brothers Apart 