Little later than usual, had a bit of a hell day yesterday -.- But nonetheless!
Tag: sam winchester
March 18th excerpt:
A light tap tap tap of little shoes preceded a young girl all but bursting out of the hall and into the main room of the bigger house, a smile lighting up her dark skinned face. Golden eyes peered up at Sam and she bounded towards him. Her dainty wings were folded behind her back, and her two braids and the colorful scarf tied at her waist swished with every jolly step.
“Good morning, Sam!” Rischa greeted. “Daddy already left, mama’s making mintbread, and Bowman just grumbled at me when I checked on him.”
March 17th excerpt:
Bowman’s ears twitched at the faintest sound of … sobbing. He could hear sobbing.
“Sam?” he said quietly, padding towards the room again. He found Sam curled up on his bed, hands over his eyes while he was crying. Bowman’s wings drooped. He didn’t understand why his new friend was so sad, but he decided he should try to help. In lieu of saying anything, Bowman walked up to the bed and nudged at Sam’s arm.
It’s never occurred to him, no.
Compared to most of the borrowers/littles that live in the walls, he and Walt tend to stand out with the weapons they have. A lot will try to stay out of the way if there are rats around, and hate the possibility of drawing attention. Sam and Walt would confront rats and take them on with a knife and razor without a problem.
They tend to be more ‘foragers’ than ‘hunters’ when it comes to getting food, and though Sam’s used a gun before in his past before shrinking, he never considered the alternative of a bow and arrow.
If he had one, it would be a better weapon to threaten with since he could aim for someone’s eye. It doesn’t matter that he’s small if he’s going to blind you.
Sam Makes a New Friend
“This is something else,” Sam said, keeping his voice at a low level. It felt… eerie, inside the walls. Like he was in another world, almost. He didn’t want to disturb the surroundings, knowing that he was outsized by almost everything in their world.
Oscar smiled faintly. It was easier to see his face in the low light leaking in from a split in the wallpaper above. They were just on the edge of the illumination before it faded into murky darkness in either direction. “It’s not too bad,” he said, nudging a woodchip with his shoe. It, like some other debris, was left behind from when the building was made.
“The path to my house is a lot cleaner, though, ‘cause I don’t want too much dust,” he explained conversationally. Oscar looked in both directions before he nodded to himself, assured of which direction they’d need to go if they wanted to get to his home from here. That was a long walk.
He opened his mouth to say more, but paused, almost frozen, and listened. There was a distant sound in the dust, something moving in the darkness beyond the area they could see. Oscar listened with a look of concentration on his face and turned his eyes towards the source, watching the dark. If they needed to run, they at least had the air duct right there to scurry into.
Oscar could see farther into the dark. When he saw the source of the quiet shuffling, his face broke into a grin. “Oh!” he muttered excitedly, glancing aside to Sam to see if he’d noticed yet.
Sam gasped at the sound, and found himself coughing on some dust he’d inhaled. The sounds echoing in the walls around them didn’t sound like a person’s footsteps, and were far too lightweight to be a human nearby. He couldn’t put an image to what the source was, and worry filled him at the thought of not knowing what was out there.
“Wh-what is it?” Sam asked Oscar tremulously. His hand once again gripped the younger boy’s sleeve, seeking out security. The hilt of his knife brushed against his chest with the movement, reminding him that he may be small, but he had a way to defend himself if he needed it.
The other stories in progress (x), are what we’re either currently working on, or is completed and ready to post. It keeps everyone updated on what’s completed and will be ready to go when the current stories finish.
Brothers Together and Brothers Apart are so far, the only two series that have any stories that are actually posted. Because of time constraints due to both authors having full time jobs (and to avoid overwhelming people with uploads), we post three chapters a week.
Once HKaSL and Lich are finished posting, we’ll have a vote for everyone to decide what story posts next. And from there on out, you’ll see the other series start to post!
There are sneak peeks for all of these series up, and if you ever have any ideas for them or any ideas for any other series possibilities, we encourage you to send them in! If you ever want to see what we’re up to at any time, check out the daily excerpts that are posted!
Current sneak peeks:
Brothers Found (Sam is discovered by a kid that isn’t Dean):
Brothers Lost (Sam and Dean were cursed together):
Brothers Adopted (Sam takes in Jacob as an adopted brother after Jacob is cursed):
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Brothers Asunder (Sam is adopted by sprites) – currently in progress
It’s perfectly possible, but the resources and ability to make that possibility come true is a different problem.
There’s no question that Dean’s smart enough to learn robotics, but there’s a reason he got a GED and never graduated. Hunting takes up most of his life and though he isn’t as obsessed as John is, he wouldn’t have the time to dedicate to learning robotics. There is a lot he would have to learn to be able to apply it. Then there’s the issue of getting access to the materials that are needed.
It would probably be faster just searching for a spell to shrink down a car to experiment with.
March 13th excerpt:
Sam stared down at the ground again, his face flushed. “I – I dunno,” he answered quietly. He scuffed his boots against the ground, afraid to admit how scared he was. If they were right, and the world certainly seemed to be on their side, he was small.
And if Dean hadn’t been hit by the same thing, and Sam devoutly hoped he hadn’t, he would be huge.
Big enough to pick Sam up between two fingers without a problem, or close his hand around any of the sprites that were helping.
Sam rubbed his eyes, exhausted. “Be really careful, okay?” he told Cerul seriously. “Dean’ll be real upset if he can’t find me. Dad said he’s supposed to watch me if he’s out, and it’ll be all Dean’s fault that I got attacked.”
Brothers Apart 