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Collection of guesses

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We’ve gotten such fun story name guesses, I’ve made a masterpost with all of them! Correct guesses are in bold.

#don–

  • Dean, Only Not
  • Dean of Neverland
  • Dean of Nowhere

#ws–

  • Walk Small
  • Where’s Sam?
  • Wayward Sons
  • Wacky Shenanigans 
  • Watch Springs
  • Well, Shit 
  • Whatsup, Sammers? 
  • Watch Stopped
  • Watch Students
  • Walt Scolds
  • Walt’s Sermon 
  • Winchester Sass 
  • Winchester Spirit
  • Winchester Struggles
  • Winchester Strife
  • Watch Supernatural
  • Wonderful Show

#iatwaa–

  • It’s a Tiny William After All
  • It’s a Twisted Witch After All
  • It’s a Tiny World After All
  • It’s a Tall World After All
  • In a Tangle With an Angel

#tttb–

  • Time To Take Bets
  • Three Times the Bother
  • The Trust that Binds
  • The Truth that Bonds
  • The Truth that Blinds
  • The Truth that Binds
  • The Ties that Bind

#sotw–

  • Smoothing out the Wrinkles
  • Shadows on the Wall
  • Shadows of the Walls

#bofa–

  • Bowman of Freakin’ America
  • Brothers of Families Apart
  • BOFA DEEZ NUTS
  • Bother Other Families Also
  • Brothers, Only Far Away
  • Basically Only Family Allowed
  • Bowman Outside Forest Annoyed
  • Bobby of First Ave
  • Bobby of Fifth Ave
  • Bobby of from Afar
  • Bobby or Fallen Angels
  • Bobby on Full Alert
  • Bobby on Full Attack
  • Bobby of Far Abroad
  • Bobby of Far Away

#awos–

  • A World of Sadness
  • Adopting Wee Oscar & Sammy
  • Adorable Wee One: Sam
  • A World of Surprises
  • A World of Salad
  • A World of Smols
  • A World of Smiles
  • A Weight of Sadness
  • A World of Secrets
  • A World of Silence
  • A World of Separation
  • A World of Sam
  • A World of Safety
  • A World of Smalls
  • A World of Sass

#auv–

  • An Unexpected Viri
  • An Unexpected Visit
  • An Unexpected Visitor
  • An Unexpected Vacation
  • An Unexpected Voyage

#atth–

  • A Terrifically Tall Human
  • A Terrifying Tall Human
  • A Tall, Tall Human
  • Another Tiny Tries Heroics
  • A Time to Heal

#bah–

  • Bobby at Home
  • Big and Huge
  • Bobby’s Asinine Hunters
  • Best at Handling
  • Bravery and Honesty
  • Bigger After Hex
  • Brothers are Hunters
  • Being a Hunter
  • Big and Hairy
  • Beautiful and Hangry
  • Brothers Apart Hassles
  • Bring Another Height
  • Be Another Height
  • Bring Another Horror
  • Bigger and Helpful
  • Big and Heavy
  • Best at Heights
  • Bring Another Hunter
  • Better Avoid Hunting
  • Better Avoid Hurting
  • Befriend a Hunt
  • Bad at Hiding
  • Beginning a Hunt
  • Bitches and Hoes
  • Blood Against Hell
  • Big Angsting Hunters
  • Bars and Hotels
  • Beer and Hangovers
  • Burgers and hunters
  • Burgers are Hot
  • Back at Home
  • Back and Hunting
  • Bitches and Hunting
  • Brothers at Hand
  • Bitching at Hell
  • Boots are Handy
  • Bigfoot’s a Hoax
  • Bring at Him
  • Best Act Human
  • Bring Another Hunter
  • Blasted Another Hex
  • Bonds are Humongous 
  • Beware a Hunter
  • Brave and Handsome
  • Boost at Height
  • Brothers at Home
  • Bowman at Home

#ababs–

  • A Big and Beautiful Stan
  • A Borrower at Baker Street
  • A Bunch a Borrowers, Silly
  • Agent Baker at Baker Street
  • A Brother at Baker Street
  • Avenging Borrowers at Baker Street
  • Angry Borrowers at Baker Street
  • A Borrower Attacks Baker Street
  • Are Borrowers at Baker Street?
  • Any Borrowers at Baker Street
  • A Borrower Along Baker Street
  • Angry Borrower at Baker Street
  • A Bounty at Baker Street
  • Always Busy at Baker Street
  • A Bitchface at Baker Street
  • A Brothel at Baker Street
  • A Basketcase at Baker Street
  • A Business at Baker Street
  • A Body at Baker Street
  • A Burglary at Baker Street
  • A Break-In at Baker Street
  • Absent Brother at Baker Street
  • A Bastard at Baker Street
  • A Bandit at Baker Street
  • A Buggering at Baker Street
  • A Blast at Baker Street

#teome–

  • The Enemy of My Enemy

#rt–

  • Road Tripping
  • Road Trip

#eotm–

  • Edge of the Mirror
  • Enemy of the Mind
  • Employee of the Month
  • End of the Moment

#bp–

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And the story is revealed!

Back when Sam was first cursed, he met Walt and Mallory after being knocked out for a week. By this time, John and Dean were long gone from the motel, but Sam didn’t know that. So when Walt and Mallory couldn’t take Sam to his brother, he panicked and ran, stumbling his way into a motel room where a kid was staying.

Now, in Brothers Apart, Sam was rescued by Walt.

Here, in Brothers Unexpected, the opposite happened. The kid (a five year old Jacob who’s on vacation with his parents) stumbles upon the tiny ten year old who is panicking. 

Giving us a new AU with one Weechester and one bby Jake!

For all who are familiar with Brothers Apart, this sneak peek is also canon for that story. This is what happened the day Sam woke up and found himself cursed. It only changes at the end.

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.

Nowhere Else to Turn (Part 3/8)

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( This is my entry for the @brothersapart 2016 Contest:http://brothersapart.tumblr.com/post/136391836334/brothers-apart-contest-2016 . Enjoy! ) 

The night proceeded as normally as it could for Sam–at least for a time. Dean took a break from glancing through the Internet for their next potential case when he answered the knock at the door to receive the Chinese food he ordered.

Try as Sam might to put the girl in the walls out of his thoughts, he couldn’t. He had noticed the particular way she stood, blocking his path with everything she had. There was something she didn’t want him to see, and it was easy enough to guess that she was protecting others of her kind–a difficult thing to do without alerting Sam of their existence in the process.

Instead of watching TV from the table he and his brother were eating dinner at, Sam stared absently at the chunk of spring roll he took from the styrofoam box Dean was shoveling noodles from. Dean’s hair was still dark and damp from the shower, and he hadn’t bothered asking if Sam had found anything interesting when he emerged from behind the nightstand earlier. Probably knew Sam would tell him if anything out of the ordinary happened.

“Seem a little quiet tonight, Sammy,” Dean commented, pulling Sam’s wandering mind away from the paths behind the drywall. “Still thinkin’ about the hunt?”

Sam blinked in confusion before he caught up with Dean’s question. He gave his brother a mildly sheepish look and nodded. “Yeah. I guess I’m not as used to hunting yet as I thought. But I’m fine. Nothing’s going to top the crazy of people being turned into gold.”

Dean snorted and finished his bite. “I dunno, things can get pretty wild out there.” He turned his head to smirk at Sam, but his brow furrowed suddenly. He set the plastic fork in the styrofoam box, bracing a hand on the edge of the table as he leaned closer to the surface.

Sam couldn’t help but go rigid at the approach of his brother’s enormous face. Instincts told him to get to his feet and back away, but he swiftly reminded himself that he didn’t need those instincts at the moment.

“What’s wrong with your eye?” Dean asked before Sam could inquire as to why his personal space was being invaded.

Bringing his fingertips under his eye, Sam clenched his jaw in surprise at how sensitive the skin was when he pressed on it. It had to be noticeable for Dean to catch something so comparatively small, but then again, he has the sharp eyes of the hunter. There was little he missed.

Seeing the fierce concern lining Dean’s face, Sam felt even less sure about revealing the girl’s presence, and especially the fact that she had attacked him. Even in the event that she hadn’t punched Sam, he felt guilt stir within him at the thought of alerting Dean of her existence when she was so visibly frightened of humans.

“I, uh, yeah, I ran into a piece of wood sticking out,” Sam said hurriedly, tripping over his words and turning away from Dean, as if hiding his black eye from view would make his brother forget about it and drop the subject. When he continued to feel the tingle on his neck from Dean’s stare, Sam added, “In the walls, you know? I didn’t see one of the lower beams on the passage.”

Glancing up briefly, Sam knew that Dean wouldn’t buy it for a second.

“That’s great, but what really happened?” Dean asked, a flat tone mingling with the worry.

Sam let out a slow breath and didn’t answer right away. He knew in his heart that Dean could be trusted, but that didn’t make it any easier to betray someone Sam’s own size. If the girl knew what he was doing, she would accuse him of sentencing her to death as payback for a black eye.

“There was… someone in the walls,” Sam admitted.

Dean’s frown deepened as he put two and two together. “You’re telling me they did that to you?”

“I scared her,” Sam insisted, doing his best to shift the blame away from her. “I saw her, and she ran away. I caught up and grabbed her shoulder.”

“So she gave you a black eye for that?”

Sam shrugged, thinking about the metal needle the girl had whipped out. He got out of the situation far more unscathed than the worst case scenario. His stomach twisted at the thought of having to get his own knife out and fight her. He had no doubt he would come out victorious, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

“It’s… It’s because she saw you.” Sam looked down from the surprised raise of Dean’s eyebrows. “She saw you in here with me and thought she was acting in self-defense when I ran after her. Probably thought I was trying to get her captured by you.”

The massive chair creaked as Dean leaned back into it with a heavy sigh that rustled Sam’s hair. “Sorry ‘bout that, then, Sammy.” Something of a rueful smile quirked on his lips, far more welcome to Sam than the deep frown he wore at the idea of someone attacking his little brother. “Guess it’ll be hard for you to make friends with me around.”

Sam allowed himself to relax a little. He had already known that what he told the girl was true: Dean wouldn’t hurt someone their size. Still, it was reassuring to have that promise proven by Dean himself.

“Neither of us knew she was watching,” Sam said, attempting to hide his disappointment that his chances of having a peaceful interaction with anyone in those specific walls was impossible at that point. “There’s bound to be others out there somewhere. I’ll come across more sooner or later.”

“Right,” Dean said encouragingly, but Sam could see the guilt brewing in those big green eyes. “That bruise doesn’t look so pretty, though. Lemme see if we can make figure out how to get some ice on that.”

Nowhere Else to Turn (Part 1/8)

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The rusty pipes echoed with the sound of water rushing through so loudly that it felt like the water system was on its way to falling apart. Sam had long since grown used to the sound after spending the majority of his life living within the walls of a motel. To a human, the sound of water flowing through the pipes was hardly noteworthy.

A sound at the front door would have concerned Sam far more, though thankfully no sound came. Dean hadn’t ordered any food that night, so there was no reason to anticipate any sort of knock yet. He announced that he would order Chinese after his shower.

Most of Sam’s attention was invested in waiting for the adrenaline rush of the latest case to wear off.

He and his brother had arrived the night before and gotten straight to work. Neither of them had slept since checking in, and Sam still felt too wired to even think about laying down. The case was over. A regular salt and burn to Dean, but it was anything but regular to Sam.

Because they had been swept up into the whirlwind of the case, Sam hadn’t taken the opportunity to inspect the walls yet. It had become routine for him since joining his brother on the road. At first, Sam had been optimistic that he would meet more people his size living within the walls of the motels he and his brother stayed in. But Sam had yet to find anyone since leaving the Trails West behind.

And that was the last place he wanted to think about.

Swallowing the mournful thoughts that threatened to surface, he continued on his path along the base of the wall. His best bet was to check out the vents. Finding an opening within that led into paths within the walls would provide evidence for small people claiming residence in the motel.

He prepared himself for disappointment. He and Dean would be off in the morning anyway. There would always be more motels to inspect.

Thumbing his coiled climbing rope, Sam leaned in to peek through the slat of the vent near the ground. The air conditioning rumbled, mingling with the noise of the rushing pipes. He narrowed his eyes at the darkness, but before he could begin to climb in for a closer look, something stirred in the corner of his vision.

Sam lurched away from the vent to look farther down the wall, but in a swish of brown hair and a shifting section of drywall, the movement fled from view.

“Hey, wait!” Sam called, starting a few steps toward the back of the nightstand before he slowed to a stop, dumbfounded.

No way. After a month of examining the inner walls of their motel rooms, he finally came across someone his own size. He would have chalked it up to an animal scurrying out of the room, but most mice didn’t have light skin and a head of brown hair.

The pipes squeaked as the water shut off and snapped Sam back to attention. Instead of letting his thoughts race, he sprinted for the nightstand, determined to catch up with the person. He wasn’t sure what spooked them into running off, but he had a guilty suspicion in his gut. Maybe it wasn’t the first time the person had peeked into the room. If that was the case, they might have seen something that made trusting Sam out of the question.

Sure enough, he found the loose, crumbling section of drywall that the person disappeared behind. It would have been almost impossible for a human to spot it on their own, especially if they didn’t know what they were looking for. Sam liked to think he would have spotted it himself if given the chance to get that far in his exploration of the room.

Prying away the opening, he slipped inside and listened. Sure enough, the sound of pattering footsteps came from the side, retreating further with each passing second. After years of living in walls similar to these, it didn’t take long for his eyes to adjust to the dismal light. He took off at a sprint, careful not to trip over the small sections of woodwork jutting up along the path.

“Wait up! It’s okay!”

The footsteps paused for a brief moment, but Sam didn’t slow down. He turned a corner and spotted her. One wide eye glanced over her shoulder before she bolted off again. She was shorter than him with shorter strides, so he was able to close the distance in a matter of seconds.

He reached out and took her shoulder gently, not that his gentleness was given any appreciation. There were a number of things he was prepared for her to do: scream, squirm away, run faster, or freeze up.

What he didn’t expect was for her to whirl around and punch him squarely in the face.

“Back off!” she hissed as he did just that, staggering back in shock with a hand instinctively jumping up to guard his throbbing right eye.

The needle she whipped out from her belt made him take another step back.

The girl shuffled back a couple of steps too, holding her weapon at the ready and wearing an expression that said she wouldn’t hesitate to run him through if he gave her a reason. Behind the hard look in her eyes, Sam saw something familiar: fear. Her breaths rattled out with agitation, shoulders tense with preparation for anything. She couldn’t be more than in her late teens, but he could tell there wasn’t a drop of innocence left in her. No willingness to risk giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Careful not to make any sudden movements, Sam held his hands palms-out to show peace. He could have wielded his own knife in retaliation in case she attacked unprovoked, but she hadn’t lashed out until he touched her. She acted in what she thought was self-defense.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” he said calmly. “I was just checking to see if anyone lived around here.”

“Yeah, I do, and it’s private property. Now leave me alone. A bloody nose goes very well with a black eye.”

He hesitated, lips parted in surprise at her hostility. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen another one of us,” he said, shoulders slumping. “Can we just talk? My name’s Sam–”

“Cut the crap, Sam. I know you’re with that human out there! I saw you.” The girl edged back tensely, as if he would charge at her just for telling him what she had seen.

Suspicions confirmed, Sam sighed and ran a hand through his brown hair. “You saw that? Well… Then you saw he wasn’t hurt me, didn’t you?  His name’s Dean. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone like us. He treats us the same as he would treat other humans.”

The girl laughed. “Right, right. Why don’t you go scamper on back to him and leave me alone? I’m not interested in whatever’s going on with you. I’m sorry that you’re delusional, but that’s no reason for me to put myself in danger.”

“You’re not in danger,” Sam insisted. He paused and gave her a long look, wondering if telling her the truth would make her even less inclined to trust him. Maybe if she knew that Dean wasn’t some random human… “He’s my brother. He would never hurt me.” Spotting the immediate confusion twist on her face, he didn’t bother letting her ask. “I was a human once too,” he explained, “but I was cursed by a witch when I was a kid. I’ve been this size ever since.”

She looked him up and down. “Uh-huh,” she said slowly.

A small smirk touched his lips despite himself. “You don’t believe me.”

“Well, Sam. The way I see it, you’re either lying and you can fuck off, or you’re telling the truth and you can definitely fuck off.” The admission of his origin made her even more wary, Sam noticed with a sinking heart. “Because my first thought when I woke up today wasn’t, ‘Hmm, you know what would go great with all my problems? Witches and curses. Let’s get those in the mix.’”

“What kind of problems?” Part of Sam knew that attempting to earn her trust was a lost cause, but he had to try. “My brother and I are staying one more night. Maybe we can help you.”

She raised her needle, not even a touch of leniency in her eyes. “You’ll stay away from here if you know what’s good for you. So, go. Now.”

He opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. One more look at her face, and he knew he wasn’t getting anywhere with her. There was nothing wrong with her reaction, he knew that. If he was in the same position, he wouldn’t trust anyone who said there was a human who could be trusted with someone his size. Sam wasn’t about to force this girl into doing anything she didn’t want to, including remain in his presence.

Nodding respectfully, he eased back. “We won’t bother you,” he promised, not daring to give his back to her. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Once he turned the corner, he listened closely to make sure she wouldn’t run to get the jump on him. After a few long moments, her footsteps hurried off in the opposite direction. He bit back a sigh, hoping he hadn’t frightened an innocent person into putting herself in danger by taking her things and moving out.