Known Abilities: Somehow trying to keep up with Kara, who insists on making friends with any humans she can. Try not to startle him. He’s a nervous wreck.
Background: After losing his wife to humans years back, and Mikael’s wife to a rat, Christian was afraid to leave his young daughter Kara alone at home. With the humans taking people like him and Mikael away from the motel, the insects began to encroach on their homes, leaving it a dangerous place for a little girl to be without her father. All of this was rendered moot when Christian was captured, leaving Kara on her own anyway.
Known Abilities: Quick and quiet, it’s hard to keep Kara in one place. She’s a great climber and may give Sam a run for his money once she grows a little. Since she’s barely half his height, she’ll have to work twice as hard to cover the same ground.
Background: Kara grew up in an underpopulated motel out in Hibbing, Minnesota. When her dad was taken away by humans, she did a very unexpected thing and went to find help– from a hunter staying at that same motel. Lucky for her, it was Dean.
Quote: Someone as big as you shouldn’t be afraid of anything!
Known Abilities: An adept seamstress who makes all the clothing for her family, and took the time to teach their neighbor Krissy how to sew just as well. She would have done this with her daughter Bree, but Bree was taken away before she was able to pick up the necessary skill.
Mallory is also quite good at getting her boys to get along, and has steamrolled right over Walt in the past when he grows intransigent. Don’t underestimate her just because she’s 3 inches tall.
Background: Mallory has been with Walt since she was a teenager, and had a child with him, Briella Watch. They’ve stayed in the Trails West motel for years, and lived in the bed and breakfast that it was before renovations. She may have passed away in Brothers Apart, but she is forever remembered by the children she raised and the husband she left behind.
Quote:
“Be careful. For me. Remember, just because he’s your brother doesn’t stop him from being dangerous, even just by accident.”
Known Abilities: Jacob has grown up with a quiet patience that enables him to read a social situation very well. He doesn’t often see a need to push things in any direction, but he can see signs and trends through observation and is able to roll with almost anything. Part of it stems from his size. At his height and breadth, he can make other humans nervous just to be around him. He’d become an expert in toning down his intimidation factor the best he can in order to avoid making people feel threatened around him.
The size has its benefits, too. He is built for strength and stamina, and is essentially a wall of a person, more defensive in fights unless something really drives him to go on the offensive. It can make him seem like an unintelligent thug, but Jacob is decently smart, definitely enough to be perceptive (though not enough to pull off very convincing lies).
When Jacob is under the curse, his relative strength is even greater. He’s also just as perceptive as before, though in the isolation that comes with being small he can’t put it to use as well. He is diligent in learning the skills he needs to survive.
Jacob’s loyalty and gentleness are some of his greatest assets. Earning his respect is earning someone who will stand up for you no matter what. His level-headedness comes in handy quite often as well, especially when dealing with more excitable people.
Background: Jacob grew up and lives in Carlisle, Iowa, with his mother and father until his father lost a battle with cancer when Jacob was eight. His mother Mariana is second generation Greek-American, and his father Nicholas was first generation, and Jacob has many relatives overseas (with whom he occasionally talks on the phone, so he is proficient in Greek if not fluent).
His father’s illness and death resulted in a lot of medical bills and the loss of an income to the household, and Jacob and his mother spent a few years struggling financially. Since then, Mariana has found more stable work, and her second marriage to police officer Michael Ellison has helped take away some of the burden. Jacob has a decent relationship with his stepfather, though there will never be a replacement in his life for his dad, whom he tries to emulate in everything that he does.
Knack: Enhanced strength factor
Quote: You really wouldn’t mind hanging around Godzilla all the time?
You can’t do something like that to a person, no matter what the hell you think of him!
Cas will be in the stories for sure, it’s just that he’s twisted up in Main Plot things, and so must wait for his time. But he will appear, and a lot of explanations for what has happened to Sam (both brothers in BL and BC) will be given at long last.
Known Abilities: Quiet when among her own people, she’s imprinted on humans more than others are comfortable with. She still retains some of her climbing skills, but they’ve waned since she lived free.
Background: Bree was a carefree spirit, wanting to live up to her father’s skills at slipping in and out of motel rooms. Because of this, she was caught by a human family and given to their daughter, Beth, as a pet. Walt was forced to watch his baby girl be torn from his life with no way of stopping it.
Bree was even taken from Beth when her family was overcome with greed, agreeing to sell the tiny girl off to Mina Chandler with the others they’ve caught.
Quote: It’s all so different from here… it looks so… small.
Known Abilities: Walt is lean and spry, a fast climber (though he can’t keep up with Sam at his best), and ready to fight. He is the one that teaches Sam and Dean how to take on rats at their size, assisted by his handy exacto razor he found in a motel room years back.
Walt is a tanner, able to work the pelt of any rats he kills into various objects, including but not limited to satchels, jackets and boots.
Most of the passages and entrances in and out of the walls of the Trails West were designed by Walt. He lived in the building before it was turned into a motel, and took the time to guarantee access for all the others of his size living there.
Despite his stern appearance, he is very good with children, often acting as a surrogate father to those who lost their families– Sam, Dean, Krissy and Sean all owe him their lives.
Background: Walt is one of the littles who has lived at the Trails West for the longest. So long that he remembers the days it was a bed and breakfast on the side of the road and remembers the hunters that nearly captured everyone there. Thanks to help from a certain Bobby Singer, nothing came from that.
Walt has been with the love of his life, Mallory Watch, since he was 18, and with her he raised a daughter, Briella Watch.
Though they lived for years in peace, it didn’t last. Bree was captured by humans when she was still a kid, and taken away from her family. Since then, Walt took in any estranged child as his own and helped raise them, doing his best to make sure the children had the best chance at survival. He doesn’t even flinch from raising cursed humans as his own, and has allowed actual humans into his family, like Dean Winchester after the hunter rescued Bree from her captors and brought the lost daughter home.
Kara stared up into her dad’s big grey eyes, a match for her own. Where hers were bright and hopeful, his were worn and older, creases in his skin formed from the hard times they’d survived in the motel. Hard times that had taken away her mother, his loving wife.
Nodding, she didn’t say a word as he turned and darted away. Of course she trusted him. She would always trust him. Her daddy had taken care of her ever since she could remember. Thin and underfed, Christian put his daughter before himself in all things. If there wasn’t enough food to feed them both, he would fast to let her eat.
Still, she was underfed and needed more food to survive. The scarcity of food in this motel showed in the ribs he could see clear through her skin. Too thin. If he couldn’t find more for her to eat, she’d waste away to nothing.
He’d only just reached the table when the door of the motel room swung open with an ominous creak. Christian froze, and chose to dive behind the leg of a chair before the human spotted him.
It wasn’t check-in time yet, why were they here?
He had his answer seconds later, when a hand descended around him. He struggled. “No!”
One hand reached out, grasping at the air where he knew Kara was waiting for him as the fingers shut tight, trapping him.
“Looks like we’ve got another to show Mina.”
“Hopefully this time she wants to bargain. We can’t wait much longer before the cash runs out.”
“Whatever, dear. She’ll come, the moment we call her. She always does.”
Christian didn’t have time to puzzle these strange words before under him, a gaping black purse opened up and he found himself tumbling inside. He landed with a thud on his side, groaning as he kicked a strange black cylinder, almost as long as he was, away.
Darkness fell over him, but his eyes could make out the shadowed interior without a problem. Huge items were scattered about, human possessions that he didn’t care to understand.
All he cared about was two very worried grey eyes he could see in his mind’s eye, looking up at him with all the trust in the world.
Walt nearly held his breath, his eyes locked on his target.
Sitting not one foot from where he was crouched in hiding, the dustbunnies looming over his head, a gleam of metal could be seen sticking out from underneath a bag casually dropped there by the room’s resident human.
Soon that man would leave, and Walt was banking on that man leaving behind the forgotten razor, a discard from his exacto-knife that meant nothing to the human but could mean the difference between life or death to the much smaller man.
Slow breath out, careful breath in.
Use the silence as a cloak. Walt’s hair, normally so vibrantly blond, was dark and dirty, coated in dust and dirt from the walls. His fair skin was the same, making him hard to spot in his black and brown clothing. Mallory had just made it, his darkest set for his supply runs. He was just a shadow in the dark, able to see his surroundings better than any human ever could in the shadows.
The creak of the floorboards under the human’s gargantuan weight heralded the man coming back over to the beds. A shadow fell over Walt’s surroundings, making him fade even more into the darkness. He shut his mouth tight, holding his breath.
The man never spotted Walt hiding there, or the discarded razor left behind. He merely grabbed his backpack off the ground, slinging it onto his arms with quick motions that would sent Walt flying, and headed for the door.
And that was it.
Walt remained in hiding for another ten minutes, waiting out the human. The roar of an engine was heard outside the door, and that quickly faded into the distance. Another human, off on another day of unimaginable activities and actions. Walt didn’t know what humans did with their time, but he knew what they did in the motel. It all seemed so calm compared to the fight he lived each and every day to keep his Mallory and Bree safe and sound.
Darting into the open, he scooped up the razor and tucked it into his jacket. Tonight he could check how sharp the edges were, and use the sharpening stones he’d slowly gathered to hone it into a weapon. Rats always tried to encroach on their home, and with this he now had a worthy weapon, ready to fight them off and protect his family.
She came up when we were originally spitballing ideas for BC, the young daughter of Sam and Dean’s adopted family. In the actual story, she’s 18 years old, and 3.3 inches tall (the equivalent of 5′3″ for our style borrower/little).
Even next to her older brothers, she’s very petite! But don’t let her innocent looks deceive you– She grew up with those two older brothers, and is more of a tomboy than she looks. She is ready to fight!
Moira pushed the block of wood out of her way. “Dean! Sam!” she said, glancing around the dark interior of their home. It was more spartan than her room. No decorative wall hangings covered the smooth wood interior, and they’d put down no rugs. The only dash of color came from Sam’s papers hanging on the walls, and with a grin, Moira took one down.
“What’s this, Sam?” she called out gamely, reading an entry that was scratched out in aggravation. “Dean, dumping water over your head again? ” She shook her head. “He never gives up.”
With the continued absence of a reply, she began to wonder if they were even close by. Perhaps they were around the flat, spying on the humans or getting food. Eager to track them down, she replaced the paper on the walls.
“You should come out,” she sang happily as she hitched up her satchel and pulled the block back in place in front of their home to set out and search. “Mother packed some treats! I know Dean wouldn’t want me to eat all his cake…”
Brothers Apart 