Probably!
No, that’s not all I’m going to say on this matter, but there’s not much more information to give at this time. Some things to note:
“Think fast!”
Oscar would try to flail out of the way but balloons are too big to avoid. Then there’s the matter of static. His little hands might stick to it even as he falls over with a balloon on him. Dean would find Oscar with his hair all staticky and even poofier than normal.
Lucky for Oz he’s not small enough to get completely stuck to it.
Cussing at himself isn’t likely, although you can bet Bowman would probably boast at himself in an endless circle if they all let him. Otherwise it’s time to race around the room to show off their wings, and both versions can frown because they’re both just as fast. They didn’t think this one through.
Considering how much grief the tol Deans are giving little Dean in the Lounge so far, any Bowman would probably get along with him better. Those giant Deans, who do they think they are? They need a bop, is what they need.
Shy little Oscar would, like with all people, awaken a quiet “protect this little guy” notion in Bowman. With Bowman that just means he’d probably be more patient with Oscar (especially kiddo Oscar) and not heckle him like he does everyone else. It’s hard to want to be mean to Oscar for any reason. That’s a Crime.
I’m sure Gabriel would support this endeavor! Oscar might not be so eager to take on Sam, him and his four-inch height towering over the little guy, but he’s definitely the Knight of Knights Inn!
Helping out everyone that needs it, smol and tol!
Awesome art done by @mogadeer!
This one required much deep thought, so it took a little longer to answer compared to normal.
( @nightmares06‘s type is INFP )
Walt Watch– ESTJ
He is not actively social, but he is action-oriented. If something’s about to happen, he’s going to be there whether he wants to or not. He has a strong sense of duty (including to his more gigantic family members he seems to pick up), and will take charge if it is needed.
Not adventurous at all, but gets dragged into adventures anyway.
Nixie/Ilyana– Impossible to determine
Neither sprite is human, and their personalities, though clashing, each lack something that humans have in them. Nixie is an empath but lacks any decisive abilities. Her life is following orders, whether it be through a summons or through a binding spell. This often makes her more of an automaton than any human would be. Ilyana, on the other hand, lacks empathy and understanding for anyone who isn’t a sprite. She and the other fire sprites are sociopathic, but only to non-sprites.
Moira Wainscot– INFJ
Warm and understanding, her curiosity and desire to grow coincides well with her older adopted brothers. They enjoy teaching her what they can as much as she wants to learn it.
Sometimes, her determination is stronger than their stubbornness.
( @neonthewrite is I and F, but landed in the middle between S/N and J/P )
Jacob Andris– INFP
Jacob is friendly, but he doesn’t necessarily seek out new people spontaneously. He’s very go-with-the-flow, and he’s far for perceptive than people might first think from looking at him. He’s loyal and makes an effort to be calm and patient with people. He embodies chill.
Bowman Leafwing– ES(T/F)P
Bowman’s harder to pin down as far as MBTI types go. He’s brash and loud and quite willing to jump into an argument, with a lot of focus on the here and now, the concrete facts that he has available to him. Even so, he’s flexible and able to take in new information well, even if he grumbles about it. He’s a good problem solver, and tenacious as all get out.
Oscar the OC– INFJ
Despite having such a similar type to Jacob, Oscar has some key differences. He’s much more dependent on some form of organization to keep himself grounded, and he’s afraid of new people in most cases. Even so, he idealizes the thought of being calm, even if he’s very much not. Keeping structure in his life is paramount to his emotional well-being.
( @borrowedtimeandspace is IN(F/T)P )
Stan Baker– ENFJ
He is a natural and inspirational leader, and makes friends easily, particularly with people he works with. He reads people well, sees their inner potential, and does what he can to bring that potential to fruition. Full of warmth and empathy, he sees emotional needs in others and often is the one to help them through it and learn to grow from it.
( 10 Facts about my Characters )
Oscar came second for this mostly because I had to decide which kinds of facts I wanted to go with. The little guy has become a lot more developed than I ever originally intended! Here’s to hoping that many of these little tidbits are of interest~
- Oscar never thought to find out his last name from his mom before she disappeared, and afterwards he never claimed one for himself. He’s just Oscar.
- He knows a little bit of Spanish courtesy of several of the maids in his motel home speaking it.
- He used to wait at the entrances to rooms when his mother would go looking for supplies, and wait for her to bring stuff back. He was often like a little duckling with her.
- Though he’s terrified of humans, there are a few he’s known all his life just from watching from the walls.
- He’s grown up lonely, and often mutters to himself when it’s safe to make some noise as a self-comforting technique.
- His birthday is March 7th.
- Since he lives in Breckenridge, CO, ski season is a huge source of stress for him.
- He knows how to set off mouse traps so they don’t catch anything, and often leaves the bait. It serves to confuse the humans and they don’t set as many traps that way.
- He has raised several generations of the mice in the Knight’s Inn motel. They learn his scent not long after birth and he’s practically an honorary mouse himself.
- His commitment to his routine is another form of self-comfort in a world that tends to be scary for him. His chores (especially sewing) calm him down more than any other task.
While Dean went to order, Sam knelt down next to Oscar, his drab clothes matching the small kid’s the best out of the group. “I grew up in a motel, too,” he said, looking between the spritely Sam and Bowman and Oscar. “When we visited Wellwood, it was a lot brighter than my old home.”
“You went to Wellwood?” spritely Sam repeated, respect in his face.
Sam grinned. “And Dean went and snatched Bowman right out of the air, so you better watch out if you ever run into him.”
As expected, Bowman bristled. His wings puffed up and he straightened. “He better not try,” he warned. “I’ll bop him if he does. Just figures I’d wait to meet him and he’d try to grab me!”
Oscar smiled faintly. “W-well, Dean’s not the worst human to grab ya,” he admitted. He shared a look with the Sam next to him; they’d both been grabbed at first, only for it to turn out to be one of the best things that could have happened to them. If they had simply run away, their stories never would have begun.
“Do you really, um, bop humans? That’s real brave!”
Jacob, feeling like more of a giant than ever with such a tiny kid at the table, rested his head on his arms. “He definitely will if he gets the chance,” he replied. “Hell, Sam might join him if the human earns it.”
Spritely Sam snickered. “You should know.”
After ordering food at the bar, Dean enlisted the kids help in carrying it all over to the table with the new trio at it. Dean had the drinks on his tray (since he didn’t quite trust his younger-self alone with the mugs of beer), while the other Dean had the food on his tray, and balancing carefully on it was Sam with the smaller tray of food and drink.
“Whoa, that’s awesome!” the teenager declared when he spotted the glider sitting on the table.
“C’mon, put the tray down!” Sam bugged him, almost hopping in place where he waited.
Both Deans did so, the teenager mussing up Sam’s hair for the barked commands.
“We’ve got a round of drinks on the house,” Dean said, passing off a mug for Jacob and putting his own to the side. The younger Sam bolted to the small table sitting at the center of the table, putting his tray down and separating the drinks and food.
“Pine tea,” Dean said as Sam put a mug down on an empty spot, “milk for growing bones, and juice.” He gave his younger self a smirk.
“Plus the bartender gave us these mintcakes!” Sam announced, his short arms just able to reach to place one in each spot. “Oscar, ya gotta try one!”
The mention of food caught Oscar’s attention, to no one’s surprise. His eyes lingered on the glider for a second more, but soon enough he turned to wander curiously towards the table and his own Sam. “Mint cakes?” he echoed, already eyeing one of the places next to a glass of milk.
“No way,” Bowman said, following. He reached the table just as Oscar did and stared dubiously at his setting. The steaming pine tea and mintcake looked like they could have been made in Wellwood itself. “How–”
“The man at the bar can make any food we want!” Oscar explained with a delighted grin.
Jacob sat up so he could spy on the miniature settings on the table. The tiny cakes were familiar indeed. They looked no different from the ones Sam had shared with him.
“Better try it out, Bowman. Make sure it’s up to par.”
Bowman shot him a glare, even as he picked up the mug of tea. “I don’t know what that means!” he groused, before taking a sip.
“Do ya like it?” Oscar asked, watching Bowman closely. He’d never seen someone with wings before, so both Bowman and the new Sam fascinated him.
Bowman sighed and shrugged. “It’s like my aunt made it,” he admitted begrudgingly.
“Dean, you should try!” the younger Sam enthused, holding up an extra mintcake for his brother.
Giving his older self the side-eye, the teenager sat down right by where Sam’s seat was. “Mintcakes?” he asked dubiously, reaching out and letting Sam put one down on his fingertip.
His worries washed away the moment he bit down on the candy-sized morsel. “This is almost as good as pie.”
“Told you,” Sam said smugly.
Dean finished off his bite, then begrudgingly drank the juice the original Dean had ordered him. It was good, just not as good as a ice cold mug of beer. He eyes that up, then looked for something else to distract him.
Bowman and the newest Sam were obvious choices.
“How fast are you, anyway?” Dean asked, poking at one of the sprite’s leafy wings.
The offended wing twitched back from the contact and fanned open. He barely resisted slapping his wing against the intruding hand; Dean was just a kid. This one was, anyway. More than one of most blasted humans should be more confusing.
Faster than anyone in Wellwood!“ he boasted proudly.
"Where’s that?” Oscar asked, already up on his chair and swinging his legs back and forth. He’d made some progress on his mintcake but now he watched Bowman’s twitching wings.
Jacob smirked. “He’s got a point, Bowman. Not in Wellwood now.”
“So, I’m plenty fast,” Bowman protested. “Right, Sam?”
“Faster than my glider,” Sam said indulgently. “And faster than the other sprites. He sneaks out to race the others at night.” He looked up at the teenager, smiling. It was like looking into a mirror of the older brother he’d lost so long ago. His Dean would be older, like the other one sitting with them, but it was nice to remember. “We’ll have to show you after we eat.”
“While you eat, how ‘bout you tell us what brought you to Bowman?” the other Sam offered. “We’ve got a collection of stories going so far, and I have a feeling you might have one of the more interesting ones.”
“Then maybe I can try the glider?” asked the younger Sam from where he was sitting, his legs kicking back and forth under the seat.
Spritely Sam smiled and nodded. “I think I can manage a ride or two,” he said, eyeing up his younger self and judging his size. “There’s a few extra belts in my supplies I could rig up.”
For the moment, only stories connected to a BA AU will appear in the Lounge, leaving Oscar out of the flow so long as his AU stands alone.
With small Jacob, due to overwhelming demand, he’s going to find himself back down at his extra bitty size when he transfers to the Lounge with the others. Exactly how well this goes over with him and Dean, we’ll all have to wait and see for after the horror story posts.
Bowman scoffed and his wings twitched. He turned away from Jacob in time to see another Sam approaching. Even with the Lounge working its strange effects on his mind to make everything seem okay, Bowman was stubborn. “This is really weird,” he commented, looking between the two Sams. “Do you know how to swordfight? What if a possum pokes around?”
The Sam that had just arrived arched an eyebrow, exchanging a look with his doppelgänger. “Most humans don’t swordfight,” Sam explained, putting his hand in his jacket. He withdrew his knife.
Spritely Sam looked it over approvingly, then pulled out his own. “The knights all use swords,” he told Sam. “Scar trained me himself when I was just a kid.” His cheeks turned red. “He caught me playing around with the weapons, trying them out.”
Dean chuckled. “No matter where you are, it’s hard to keep you out of trouble,” he said fondly.
“Look who’s talking,” his Sam countered.
Bowman smirked, but couldn’t tease his own Sam about it without inviting it back on himself. They both had a knack for finding trouble right at its source. They’d found their Jacob in the most touch-and-go first meeting they could have managed. “Well, he’s way stronger than anyone else in Wellwood, so I think Scar would have taken him on even without catching him messing with swords,” he pointed out. “Blasted strength can even keep me from flying off.” To punctuate the complaint, he nudged at Sam with the edge of his wing.
While the banter moved back and forth up on the table, a small figure made his way towards them down on the ground. The Lounge’s smallest occupant, Oscar had a lot of ground to cover if he wanted to go meet the newcomers.
Luckily, the bartender always seemed to make sure no one was in danger. Oscar could walk right up to Dean’s boot without worry. “Um. Dean?” he called up, as loudly as he could. He even tugged lightly at a shoelace. “Can I come up and see?”
It wasn’t the voice, but the tugs that let Dean know Oscar was there. He glanced down, feeling a slight bit of vertigo when he saw Oscar standing all the way down by his boot. Even more than when Sam was on the ground, Oscar gave Dean the feeling that he was a building.
Shifting his boot away from Oscar, careful not to tug the kid off his feet, Dean knelt down and gently scooped him into a hand with a light finger. “Wait until you see these two,” he chuckled, ruffling Oscar’s hair. “I might even have to pry the other kids off the arcade machines.”
Lowering his hand right next to Sam, Dean let Oscar slide right off, barely waist-high next to his little brother. “I’m gonna go grab some drinks for everyone, any requests?” he said, pushing himself up and looking at Bowman. Everyone else, he had memorized. Spritely Sam was still Sam at his core.
Bowman was almost distracted by the young nestling-sized kid staring at him with wide eyes. He did a double take, and then decided he would challenge the skills of whoever was making the drinks. This was no Wellwood, after all. “Pine tea, if they have it,” he replied with a smirk. “If not, water would do.”
The next time he glanced down, Oscar had wandered closer to him and Sam. The vibrant greens of their clothes was a stark contrast to his own drab greys.
Oscar straightened when he saw Bowman looking at him just as curiously. “Um. I’m Oscar, and I live in a motel. When I’m not here, I mean. This place is better.”
Dean left with the attention on Oscar, leaving the others and the newest Jacob alone.
We mostly skip over those details because we’re working to catch up to the current state of the stories, but he would be a little older each time.
Everyone regains their memories of the Lounge when they reenter it, and loses them when they leave.
Brothers Apart 