Whoever wrote in this prompt, you win in prompt ideas! This is going to be an entire, full fledged story! You sparked so much creativity with this :3
Story coming soon! (writing it will take time, but it’s going to be worth it)
Anyone have a guess as to who he’s going to run into for other borrowers?
BA Canon: No || AU
Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water
( Part 2 of 4 )
Dean whipped around at the voice. A woman stood there, her face passionless as she stared back at him. Red eyes glimmered at him.
A crossroad demon. The maker of deals.
Dean practically threw himself at her, grabbing her shoulders. “Bring him back!” His voice practically begged her. His brother, his partner, the person who relied on him above all others. “Bring Sammy back to life!”
The demon pulled herself out of his arms effortlessly. Pure demon strength showed through in the movement. Nothing Dean did could keep her still.
“Well what do we have here,” she clucked as her eyes changed back to the darkest brown orbs he’d ever seen. “A kicked puppy that lost his best friend.”
“Please,” Dean begged, his voice hoarse. “Please, just bring him back. You can have my soul, just bring back Sam.”
She crossed her arms and started to pace around the circle. “You Winchesters. You’re all the same, so willing to give themselves up for each other. But no.”
His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to blink away a sudden surge of anger. “No? What do you mean, no… I give you my soul, and you give me what I ask, that’s how it works.”
Red lips painted with luscious lipstick curled into a smile. More like a snarl. “I can only bring him back if he was actually dead. Now, try again.”
Not dead? Dean’s mind focused right on that thought. But he’s been gone for–
How long?
“What do you mean, he isn’t dead?” Dean snapped. “He’s been gone for…”
“Six months,” the demon supplied helpfully. “Your little Sammy hasn’t been around for six months now.”
It’s starting to look like I might want to start writing out Bobby’s encounter with the trapped borrower. As for the field borrowers… stay tuned.
For Sam’s family… at least now that they’ve met Dean, they aren’t as wary of humans as they once were. They will be more open to meeting a person like Bobby. Whether it happens or not… only time will tell.
I figured I’d put down what I’ve had in mind… so here’s your sequel!
BA Canon: No || AU
Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water
( Part 1 of 4 )
How long had it been?
Dean paced back and forth impatiently, desperate for the son of a bitch to show their face. The cracked earth beneath his boots formed the intersection of two roads off in the countryside.
How long?
How long since Sam had disappeared? How long since Dean had glanced away for one second and lost sight of his brother forever?
He’d failed.
Failure.
The one person in his life he’d never wanted to let down. The one person he’d do anything for.
The person he’d failed when they were kids. The person he’d failed again when they reunited.
You’re a fucking failure. He deserved better and he always did.
The insidious voice whispered in Dean’s mind constantly. Every day he sat at that same table, praying his brother would reappear. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Considering that Bobby had chased him out of the house, it had to have been a long time.
There’s nothing you can do for him now. He’s gone and you need to accept that.
Had it been a year?
How long would Bobby let Dean stay in his house? The days had blended together. All he did was read, and research, and delve into lore he’d never known existed.
Anything to get his brother back.
Tears pricked at Dean’s eyes as he paced angrily across the crossroads.
“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, sugar.”
Hi everyone!
You might have noticed that I have recently posted a prompt on my page, and that comes with the news that prompts are open once more!
There are a few others I have that I drabbled out over the weekend that I’ll be posting. Expect a few fun little stories this week, and I’m curious to see what prompts roll in.
Please remember – I can’t write every prompt that comes along. I will do what I can with the ones I get, but there are some that are just outside my range of writing expertise. If yours isn’t answered, I’m sorry.
Rules:
- No harassment if your prompt goes unanswered. I write strictly for fun. I have a full time job and currently we’re in required overtime until the system issues are worked out, and understaffed (the main reason it took so long to reopen prompts)
- Be patient. Again, this blog is strictly for entertainment purposes. Anything I do here is done in my free time and I don’t get paid for it.
- Not all prompts may be answered to your liking. How I envision a scene may be different than how you envision a scene.
- If there is already a similar prompt, it’s unlikely I’ll write it out twice.
What I won’t write (sorry, I have to expand this a little so I don’t disappoint):
- Anything related to sex/sexual acts. Wincest. Destiel. I am asexual, these topics literally go over my head, and I don’t ship anything. I am incapable of understanding a lot of this, and I’m happy that way.
- Child whump.
- Dean injuring Sam (I don’t see Dean as clumsy, considering he’s an adept hunter, so I can’t write Dean as clumsy).
- Certain types of whumpage. I can’t do crush. There are others that I can’t do, but my mind won’t let me think of them right now.
- Also, remember in the majority of my fics, Sam and Dean are independent adults.
I’m not trying to offend anyone, because all ways of interpreting things are valid! I just want to make sure that you know what I will do, and what I won’t do.
Asks are open and welcome as always. Submissions are open now as well, so if you have any fanart, even a cute little doodle, feel free to submit, or if you squiggled out a little drabble about tiny Sam and his big bro, I’d love to have it here!
Prompts may close at any time, please keep watch for any messages. If I receive a prompt while they are closed, it will not be answered regardless.
Check out the updates.
Also, whoever came up with the prompt for kid Sam discovering others his size, you have sparked an idea. Kudos to you.
Expect the angsty conclusion to The Incredible Shrinking Winchester this week.
You might have noticed that I have recently posted a prompt on my page, and that comes with the news that prompts are open once more!
There are a few others I have that I drabbled out over the weekend that I’ll be posting. Expect a few fun little stories this week, and I’m curious to see what prompts roll in.
Please remember – I can’t write every prompt that comes along. I will do what I can with the ones I get, but there are some that are just outside my range of writing expertise. If yours isn’t answered, I’m sorry.
Rules:
What I won’t write (sorry, I have to expand this a little so I don’t disappoint):
I’m not trying to offend anyone, because all ways of interpreting things are valid! I just want to make sure that you know what I will do, and what I won’t do.
Asks are open and welcome as always. Submissions are open now as well, so if you have any fanart, even a cute little doodle, feel free to submit, or if you squiggled out a little drabble about tiny Sam and his big bro, I’d love to have it here!
Prompts may close at any time, please keep watch for any messages. If I receive a prompt while they are closed, it will not be answered regardless.
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: After The Golden Touch
Sam groaned, doubling over. His bottlecap shifted far enough on the pillow to tip, spilling the Coke all over the plush white surface. It spread out a dark stain.
Dean poked his head out of the bathroom, concern on his face at the quiet moaning. “Sam, is everything…”
He spotted the doubled-over form on the pillow. “Sam!” Dean was over at the bed in an instant.
Sam felt himself fall onto his back, thrown off balance from the sight of Dean growing so large, so fast. He blinked up at his older brother looming overhead for a few seconds before curling up again in pain.
It was so all-encompassing he didn’t even pay any mind to the two hands that cupped carefully around him, slowly edging under his body. Sam was lifted up into the air, finding himself level with concerned green eyes.
A finger brushed against his arms, trying to coax him out of his crumpled position. “Sam, did you drink the soda?”
“Uhhh… maybe. W…why?”
Dean’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and he moved his hand so Sam could lay flat. “I think maybe next time we should wait for it to go flat.”
Sam buried his face in the thick, soft skin underneath. He felt a burp come up, lessening the pressure in his middle.
“I think maybe you’re right.”
Happy Halloween to everyone out there!
Not yet, but I’m 100% certain it’s coming in the future 😉
Currently, @bittykimmy and I are looking to start a story together and we need your help!
We need help coming up with an idea to build into a story. We’re both loving the fae (her fairies and my sprites), the borrowers designed in my BA, or her shapeshifters, seen in Myth Meets Myth or OC’s of mine that can change size at will. And of course, if in doubt there’s always the Winchesters, but we’re open for all types of ideas! Please, send us in ideas over the weekend so we can start on some new story fun!
Brothers Apart 