Motel Sprites: Part 1
( While I’m feeling down we briefly paused writing our regular stories and started doing some good ole’ crack! It’s a good way to help break writer’s block, throw Sam and Dean at Jacob in a slight change of circumstances! )
Story parts: 1(here) || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 ||
A worn but reliable maroon car had no opposition on the road as it sped down a flat expanse, kicking up a meager cloud of dust in its wake. Jacob Andris, a midwesterner at heart, felt at ease under the dome of an open sky, with the occasional cluster of trees throwing their shade onto the road as he passed. Oklahoma had been barely a blip on his path, and now he was on a road that felt more like home.
Kansas had a familiar charm to it. After a road trip down into New Mexico to check out one of the colleges there, it felt good to roll through the more familiar terrain, with cornfields and wind turbines stretching over a flat horizon. Jacob couldn’t help a sigh of relief as he put all signs of the desert behind him. Road trips were a favorite hobby of his, but this one had given him more stress than relaxation so far.
It was early evening when he decided to give in to the temptation of food and some rest. The sun was still shining orange and pink near the horizon, but that wouldn’t last long before the sky became a blanket of glittering black. He’d set aside some cash before the trip for this purpose, but he was glad to see a little motel with decent rates advertised on the sign. Whatever he could save, he did. He checked in, with the clerk almost relieved to finally see some business.
The place couldn’t be too bad. It wasn’t crawling with anything when he got to the room, and that was all he needed. He even stooped down to check under the bed, but all he found was dust bunnies.
He left his bag on the tacky bedspread, with some of his road supplies already spilling out. It wasn’t a long trip, so he didn’t have as much as some folks usually brought, but then Jacob was almost always prepared for a quick weekend getaway. He spent as much time as he could up at a certain forest campground, well off the designated path for hikers. Only a few people really knew what drew him back there so often, and the ones that didn’t never thought to ask.
With one last glance over his shabby but cozy room, he stepped back out to go find some takeout to bring back.
A room away, unbeknownst to Jacob, were two people wandering in the general direction of his room.
They had thus far had an unsuccessful day of gathering supplies. Sam Winchester tagged along behind his older brother, Dean Winchester.
Dean’s knack, while useful when they were desperate, had stayed irritatingly silent while they were out. Sam’s had given them the needed warnings when the maids came in to clean the rooms, alerting them to humans that might come close to their hiding spots and serving them well in their evasive movements to stay hidden.
After all, the two brothers, though they had once been human, stood under a half a foot tall. Together, they couldn’t outweigh a single hand. A single night had stolen all that away from them, a witch attacking them and reducing them in height until the people they would seek for help looked at them as less than rodents if they went to them for help.
They’d survived, thanks to a family at the same scale that had found them. Raised them as family, taught them survival at their heights. Sam hadn’t been over three inches tall, and Dean just a bit taller. Over the years they’d adapted, and their knacks had appeared, unique abilities that kept them safe and fed.
Dean could find anything he needed, but he needed to need it. They hadn’t figured out exactly how to make him track down just anything, though it had saved them from starvation multiple times.
Sam could sense anyone that was looking around, either for or near them. It was invaluable in staying undetected time and time again when they raided the nearby rooms.
“Just one more,” Dean said out loud from just ahead of Sam.
Sam glanced up. Dean’s voice was soft, so it didn’t carry far enough to be heard outside of the walls. “You really think it’ll do much good?” he asked, resigned to their empty supply bags.
Dean shrugged. “I saw some kid checking in earlier. He might have some snacks we can nab. It’s better than nothin’, right?”
So, does anyone think Dean’s plan is a good idea?
Let us know what you think is going to happen! More to come soon!