It is definitely a crossover with a different, preexisting canon! In fact, though it is not @borrowedtimeandspace‘s special, she has actually written these characters before on her blog, and that served as the inspiration to start this new story.
I’m sorry, I don’t draw, I doodle. Figured that since I haven’t had a chance to write lately, I could slip you guys this instead. Still, behold, my tiny Dean Winchester ;D He lost some of his height, not his charm.
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.
(( To avoid confusion, this is a submitted fanfiction, not BT canon. Please enjoy this story written by a fellow reader!))
Hi, I just had to do something about all those feels that you left us with from the ending of Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines, so I channeled them all into this fanfiction about your fanfiction 😛 I hope that you like it and approve
It had been years since they left. Since he’d had company. Or friends. Or safety. Or a full stomach.
Don’t get it wrong, though; Oscar was more than used to wandering through the empty, chilled motel walls, scavenging for food in an effort to ward of the perpetually impending claws of hunger, dealing with the solitude that encompassed his life.
He’d thought about finding a different home for himself more than once, a place not haunted by the memories, both good and bad, of the brothers and his mom. He’d even half-heartedly scouted out other areas of the motel, but he could never bring himself to go through with it. Oscar told himself it was because finding a new home wasn’t a necessity, and he couldn’t waste the time nor energy in making one, but, in all honesty, it was because of that faint whisper that still lingered in the back of his mind. Just in case they come back.
But Oscar knew that they wouldn’t. He’d long ago recognized the fact that the Winchesters had more than likely forgotten all about the small boy they had befriended all that time ago, before he had grown into the strapping borrower he is now. Yet, in spite of his surety, Oscar could never quite crush his lingering hope that one day, one day …
Today, the borrower found himself traipsing through the memorized, cobweb riddled passageways of the walls to return to his humble abode after another unfortunately unsuccessful scavenging trip. Oscar dragged a weary and well-calloused hand over his face, a forlorn sigh escaping his lips. It looks like he’ll be going without dinner tonight. Again. Oh well. He’ll just go straight to sleep, even though his hunger will undoubtedly leak into his dreams, resurrecting ancient memories of popcorn and chocolate and fresh food.
Finally, Oscar arrived at the entrance of his home, only to freeze in his tracks. The door wasn’t in place, and he always made sure to secure his house; he couldn’t afford for any animals or insects to find their way inside and take what meager belongings and supplies he possessed. Hand finding the small needle that he kept at his side ever since the squirrel incident, Oscar drew in a deep breath, readying himself for whatever may lie ahead of him.
Stealthily creeping forward, the borrower listened intently for any clue as to what had broken in. When he was just outside the entryway, Oscar was able to make out the scuffling sounds of muffled … footsteps? Peering inside, his eyes widened as they beheld the figure before him. The stranger’s back was turned to Oscar, but he could make out that the intruder was very well built, had shaggy brown hair, and was considerably taller than Oscar.
Biting his lip, Oscar lingered in the shadow of the entrance, unsure about how to deal with the situation at hand. There was no way of knowing what this stranger wanted from him, and while Oscar wasn’t incompetent, there’s no doubt that the intruder before him would have the upper hand if it all came down to a fight.
Then, almost as if he sensed the eyes upon him, the stranger stiffened, only to relax after a beat. Pivoting in place, the stranger turned to face the door, squinting to try and see through the darkness. When his bright hazel eyes found Oscar’s surprised face, a wide, beaming smile with a set of dimples to boot was directed down at him. It was then that Oscar began to make the connections, see through the small changes that time had made to the other’s appearance, even though the borrower could now recognize that this was not just any stranger breaking into his home.
“Hey, Oz,” Sam said.
Oscar’s mouth worked soundlessly, suddenly unable to articulate or make any sense of anything as he was flooded with an overwhelming wave of emotion. Sensing the younger man’s struggle, Sam stepped forward, and enveloped the smaller man in an earnest embrace.
“S-Sam,” his voice cracked under the pressure behind it. His hands held tight to his friend’s shirt, clutching to the Winchester like a drowning man to a lifeboat. “I can’t believe- after all this time, you finally- You came back for me, Sam, you-”
Sam’s arms briefly tightened around the slim form before gently breaking away from the hug while continuing to hold the other’s shoulders at arms-length away. His brows were furrowed, eyes glistening as he intently looked at Oscar, who couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the sight of the same exact puppy dog eyes he remembered from years ago once again appearing before him.
“Oz, I’m so sorry that we had to leave like that, that we left you behind, but we never forgot about you. And, yeah, it’s been a long time- too long -but Dean and I never stopped-”
“Dean?” Oscar questioned, his heart soaring at the thought of seeing the friendly giant once more.
“He’s here, too, Oz.” Came the heartfelt reply. “We’ve both missed you, you know?”
And as Oscar looked up into those big puppy dog eyes, he realized that, yeah, he did know.
Oscar’s lips twitched, a mischievous, playful gleam dancing in his eyes for the first time in far too long. “Race ya.”
At those words, Oscar leaped out the door, elation finally triumphing over all the other emotions that had been waring inside of him. A shout of surprise echoed after him, before he heard Sam’s laughter joining his own as they ran through the walls to the very same room that the Winchesters had rented all that time ago to reunite with the big brother. After all of these years of waiting, his friends had finally returned, and Oz couldn’t be happier.