That would be entertaining! Dean could do all kinds of things if he could swap sizes whenever he wants. He could discover what the world Sam lives in looks like, be even better at breaking into houses, and find out things about his Impala that no one else will ever know.
I hope Sam wouldn’t be jealous that his older brother got to change sizes whenever he wants, though.
March 23rd excerpt:
“Jacob, you can’t just keep us under the bucket,” Sam called out, his voice loud enough to escape the bucket. “You’re going to have to let us out eventually.”
Jacob sat back and ran a hand through his hair absently. He stared down at the bucket and contemplated Sam’s words. “Yeah, I … holy shit,” he answered distractedly, unsure of what he could even say to them. He’d just trapped them without even thinking about it.
After a looong weekend, it’s great to be back at this again ^-^
March 22nd excerpt:
Leaping out from behind the backpack, Sam pulled out his rapier and held it towards the human. There was no doubt in his mind that he would actually use the sword if he needed to.
Sprites were pacifists. Sam was not.
“Let my brother go, you mountain of snakeskin!” Sam called out in a commanding voice. It wavered slightly at the sight of how much bigger the human was compared to them both, even just sitting down. He pressed stubbornly on. “He never did anything to you!”
Worry shone in Dean’s green eyes as he glanced towards the window. The sunset had arched across the sky with scattered red clouds and a shock of the last rays, but now it was dark and foreboding outside. The roaring pattern of rain started up seconds after the rumble of thunder died down.
A light flickered in the room, and that sealed Dean’s resolve. “C’mon guys, game’s over,” he muttered. He slipped off the edge of the bed, padding over to them on socked feet. He sank to the ground, holding his hand out. He didn’t want to risk them out in the room if the power went out. They were too small, and he was too big.
Lightning flashed outside again, and Sam bounced to his feet in surprise. He ran towards Dean’s hand as the thunder rumbled again.
The second rumble of thunder motivated Oscar to bound towards the offered hand, too. He nearly stumbled on the carpet threads, but he managed to keep his feet and run to Dean’s outstretched fingers. He hopped up before the next flicker of all the lamps in the room.
Oscar crouched down on Dean’s palm, looking wide-eyed up at the human. “Th-the thunder’s a lot louder out here than in the walls,” he said. His gaze strayed to the window in time for a more subdued flash and an upswing in the rain. Oscar’s hand found Sam’s arm almost on reflex, anchoring himself to the other kid and knowing he wasn’t by himself while the sky raged outside. “It’s still loud in there, too, though,” he added in a quieter voice.
Dean lifted his hand away from the ground as the two kids huddled together. Before he went to stand, he cupped his hand against his chest, bringing up his second hand to shield them like he was protecting a flickering candle from the wind. Hidden from sight, another human would never know what Dean had cupped against his chest. Two tiny, fragile children that trusted him.
He stood and made his way over to the bed that was farthest from the window. “You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Dean promised them while he moved. “You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”
We made it Sam, Dean and Oscar’s first snow day after Sam’s curse!
Oscar found himself with two eager hands around his arm, tugging him out of bed and out of sleepiness. With his free hand, he rubbed his eyes to wake up a little faster.
“Sam?” he slurred. “It isn’t Sat … Saturday again yet, right?” he asked, a yawn cutting his question off in the middle.
“Nope!” Sam said excitedly as bounced to his feet. “It’s even better! ”
While Oscar was waking up, Sam excitedly moved around the room, unable to contain himself. His grey cloth bag from Oscar was slung over his shoulders, and it bumped against his side while he moved. A steady stream of words passed his lips with no way of knowing how much actually sank into Oscar’s mind in his sleepy haze.
“You’ll have to get something to cover up your hands, and maybe some extra shirts,” Sam prattled happily on, “I even have the extra dollhouse shirts that Dean got me on so I keep warm. And nice and warm feet, can’t let them get cold or we’ll have to come in early. I mean, how many times do we get a snow day this early on in the year?!” His eyes shone with his excitement.
I wrote something for a contest!
March 20th excerpt:
Sam almost held his breath as the human came into view. Footsteps that looked like normal steps sent vibrations through the ground, shaking him all the where from where he was hiding in the shadow of the backpack. The sight of the immense guy stretching sent chills up his back.
The kid was tall.
He was clearly younger than Sam, his features softer. That wouldn’t matter very much, unfortunately. Sam couldn’t be longer than a finger, if that.
Me: was up a 6 am cause C2E2 starts today
Also me: won’t take a break from this live blog cause I love it too much*readies bowl of lucky charms*
March 19th excerpt:
Bowman flew side to side, and banked in a loop around the enormous thing, as quickly distracted as Sam had been. He checked it from all angles, frowning at the strange materials of it and glancing up at Sam to see if he knew what it was. Bowman dove closer to it, curious and wondering if … maybe a giant was nearby!
There were other oddities in the clearing. Right in the middle, a spade bigger than Bowman’s bed sat idly next to a pit dug in the ground, one almost as deep as Bowman and Sam were tall. Pieces of wood, broken and arranged neatly, were piled next to the clearing’s one boulder.
Brothers Apart 