nightmares06:

13. Snow

A little story from Kara while her daddy was missing!


Kara sniffled, brushing away a tear as she curled into a ball.

Her dad was gone. Christian was gone, and she had no idea how to get him back.

Her tiny form was hidden away in the walls, just like he’d always told her to do if she was in trouble. Stay out of sight, out of reach, beyond notice by any humans. She had to choke down her cries, forcing herself to stay quiet in the vents.

She’d run long and hard to get away from that terrible, horrid room where he’d been taken from. Why? Why him, why now, why did she have to lose the last person she had in her life?

Her mom was gone, nice old Mikael had vanished a week ago, and now daddy had followed, grabbed in huge hands.

She blinked her grey eyes open again, and uncurled enough to creep along the vent. The metal was cold to the touch, but it wasn’t on. If she heard the clanking motors activate deep in the bowels of the motel, she’d be forced to find a new place to hide.

Ahead, there was a slit. She came up to it, peering out to see where she was.

One of the motel rooms stretched out before her, and she very nearly ducked back down. But there were no humans up and about, just one guy sitting on the bed down there. The television was on nearby, and she stared at it. Her dad had told her about televisions before. How they could show humans things that happened very far away.

This one had a white forest on the screen, and her grey eyes reflected the sight of gentle snowflakes landing on the ground.

It was so peaceful and idyllic. A scene that Kara would never be able to see outside of the walls.

She took a deep breath, holding the image in her head. Peace. She needed to get her daddy back so they could find some peace of their own.

The human shifted, and her terrified eyes flashed back to him. He was huge. Why did humans have to be so massive?

Him moving caught her attention to something she’d missed. On his shoulder, there was another man.

The human’s voice was drowned out by her shocked reaction. She almost scrambled away from the vent, then inched forward once more to see if she’d been imagining things.

But no. It wasn’t her imagination. There was a man on the human’s shoulder, and he looked as relaxed as anyone she’d seen. No fear, no worry. Casual words exchanged between the two of them as they argued over what they should do next. The human stood and snapped off the television, dispelling the image of the snowy forest.

Kara blinked, then her resolved firmed. When the human wasn’t around, she needed to talk to this new guy. Sam.

Maybe he could help her find her daddy.

July 4th excerpt:

Nothing had stirred since Jacob started watching, and he need to help keep his only friends in the world right now from harm. Even if it meant directly going against what they’d told him to do.

They’ll thank me later. Maybe.

Jacob stooped down to scoop each brother onto a hand and off the ground.

He looked over Sam and Dean in his hands hastily, before glancing up at the farmhouse again. There was no time. “Sorry, guys…” His hands were shoved carefully into his hoodie pocket to let the pair slide off his palms. They’d be safe in there for a short trip, and he needed his hands free. 

July 3rd excerpt:

Jacob watched them go with wide eyes, practically holding his breath. A small part of him worried that they might not come back. That they would get caught and sent to jail, or that they’d simply run away to leave him behind. He had to tell himself that they wouldn’t have left their bags if they planned to do that.

Once they were far enough ahead, he scooted forward just a bit and sat himself down. He had a good view of the fence they hopped over, and the field beyond it too. He’d keep watch for their return.

In the meantime, he looked curiously down at their bags. They were so tiny, and he couldn’t even see the zippers on them. Jacob smirked at the sight of the claimed quarter sticking out of Dean’s bag.

@nightmares06

Oh, is that what nightmares prefers? I had no idea. 

Truthfully, I like both brothers equally. “All these new stories with tiny Dean” amount to one AU out of … six? Seven if you count BA. Only one of them includes Dean being tiny in the premise. The main reason we have so many ideas for it is the novelty of having both brothers small instead of only one. It adds a different level of interaction between the brothers and anyone else around, and adds variety to the AUs. Spice of life, which is why it’s so fun to do every once and a while.

I’m pretty sure that Dean will disagree with you about him having all the disadvantages compared to Sam, but you’ll just have to read on. And his height disadvantage to Sam is tiny. Even full sized, Dean is over six feet tall and Sam is six foot four. Both of them are taller than the average.

Plus, currently no one is driving the Impala. I’m betting if they do get her up and running, driver beware if they don’t listen to Dean.

@neonthewrite

From my end, writing these stories with smol Dean has been a blast. Jacob may be super fun to write as the small one, but at the end of the day he was written to be a gentle giant. I think smol Dean (with the smol Sam that he will protect to the end) is a great counter to Jacob’s character.

And, like you said, tiny Dean is fresh. A lot of stuff goes with a small Sam, which we all love, of course, but there’s not a ton of tiny Dean material out there. Considering we had ideas for 6 stories all one after the other (we didn’t stop with Brothers Lost for a month or two there), it’s clear there’s things to explore that simply don’t come up when Dean is tall! Sure, he’s got some extra challenges now, but he’s a little fiery ball of determination and trust me when I say that he at no point lets it keep him down for long.

Dean’s the boss. He sure won’t let anyone forget it. 🙂