March 18th excerpt:
The giant covers to the side rustled as he stretched, eyes blearily opening, then shutting tight at the brilliance that filled the room. “Dean?” Sam mumbled, burying his head into a pillow. “Whatcha…” He yawned halfway through. “Doin?’ ”
Even waking Sam up couldn’t bring Dean down from cloud nine with his recent triumph. “I,” he started off, shamelessly bragging, “have figured out how we can spar without worrying about my height.”
First time and you got it! The name is officially Any Port in a Storm, and these brothers certainly need a port to huddle in, considering the circumstances John finds them in!
When the snow started to come down, he knew they were really in trouble.
Dean glanced to the side, his gaze softening. Sam was slumped against his side, exhausted and weary. They had run for most of the day, leaving the younger kid drained and unable to keep up with his older brother for long. Dean had tried giving Sam a piggyback for a bit, but he tired as well within the hour.
We’ll just stop for a bit… get your energy back up and then we’ll find someplace safe and warm, okay?
There wasn’t much choice for them to stop. Sam couldn’t keep up, Dean couldn’t carry him, and he’d never leave his little brother behind. He’d found a bit of cover against a wall, staring at the deserted street beyond.
Occasionally, they’d pass by, and Dean could only hope that no one noticed the pair of tiny children seeking refuge.
Their escape, it seemed, came with a cost, and he didn’t know if they could last the night.
Sam stirred as he heard something bump into something nearby, sleepily he turned to see his younger brother making his way through the dark with his hands outstretched in front of him. “Jacob?”
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Jacob turned, squinting at the direction of Sam’s voice, after only a couple months of being cursed his eyesight had improved significantly in the dark but it still had a long way to go.
Sam brushed Jacobs question off, instead asking his own, “What are you doing up so late?”
“I had another nightmare.” He mumbled.
“Come here.” Sam scooted over so Jacob would have room to sit with him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Jacob remained silent and for a moment Sam thought he had drifted off to sleep, “Not really, can I just stay here?”
“Of course, and don’t worry about the nightmares. The first few months are always the hardest.”
They sat there in a comfortable silence, both silently morning what they had lost.
Walt found them there in the morning, both leaning on each other for support in their sleep, he smiled, loving both of his sons
I would like to enter this in the contest.
Thank you for the contest submission, @max-lenning!
Headcanons or hot chocolate? XD Snow has hot cocoa on my brain.
I think, if I was to headcanon for Discovered (which is hard, because anything either of us headcanon can easily become actual canon), I would imagine that if Sam had a bad nightmare about being trapped in the cages again, he’d sneak off onto John’s pillow, near his safe human, and fall fast asleep.
And then Dean wakes up, panics when he can’t find Sam, and John ends up with two tiny kids sleeping on his pillow.
My hot cocoa for Discovered is that John finds a copy of the BFG at a used book store and totally reads it with kiddo Sam. Cute fluffy bonding moments are Necessary.
March 9th excerpt:
When a finger bigger than either brothers head brushed over Dean, melting some of the snow instantly on contact and knocking a few other flakes free from his flattened spike of hair, he jerked back on instinct, and dragged Sam along with him as he cringed from the hand that could scoop them both into a fist in seconds. Sam was limp, offering no resistance to Dean’s motion.
John sucked in a startled breath, jerking his hand back for a second. Before he could think about it, his hand shot back out and curled behind the moving figure’s back. His hand didn’t close, simply formed a barrier of warmth for the kid. They looked so small against his palm, and he took half a second to process the fact that they didn’t just look like tiny kids, they were real.
March 7th excerpt:
Dean glanced to the side, his gaze softening. Sam was slumped against his side, exhausted and weary. They had run for most of the day, leaving the younger kid drained and unable to keep up with his older brother for long. Dean had tried giving Sam a piggyback for a bit, but he tired as well within the hour.
We’ll just stop for a bit… get your energy back up and then we’ll find someplace safe and warm, okay?
Overworked
contest entry for @brothersapart ! I know many proportions are off haha but I had a lot of fun drawing this 😀
March 6th excerpt:
Sam blinked up at the ceiling overhead. He was currently under the coffee table in the living room. His new world was so different. Thick carpet fibers under his boots threatened to offset his balance, and from time to time dust would try clinging to him. Sam brushed the dust off. He was growing used to that, at least. His new size came with so many other downfalls, he just ignored the small annoyances.
Close by, one of Jacob’s trucks was left on its own. The younger boy must have left it there before he had to leave with his mom. It wasn’t safe for Sam to come with them all the time, so he’d remained in the house.
Curious, he trailed a hand up the door to the truck. If it wasn’t thick plastic, Sam would be the right size to open the door and sit in the driver’s seat. He grinned a little at that thought, imagining himself driving around a truck through the house.
March 4th excerpt:
At 2 pm, the phone rang and Sherlock Holmes was the only one around to answer it.
Dr. John Watson had already left for his shift at a newly acquired job (evidently determined to make this one stick so they could “pay the damn rent”). Sam and Dean Winchester, the other flatmates standing at four inches tall at the most were hardly under obligation to answer the landline. That left the detective, who was too impatient to let it continue to ring any longer.
“Sherlock Holmes,” he answered curtly.
Jacob clenched his jaw before giving in and asking “Look, can you, uh, get me out of here? I can’t climb out myself.”
Sam turned his wary gaze to the source of the grumbling voice, and the sight of Jacob in a crib derailed his growing concerns. He walked over with a slowly growing smirk. Dean might come off as the snarky brother, but the truth was that they were evenly matched. Sam, having more patience than Dean, found it easier to hold back most days.
Today, with his head scrambled and his sleep interrupted, he had no intention of following through with that.
He put a hand on the edge of the crib. “I dunno. You think I outta kid-proof the room first? Someone might be looking out for you, putting you away like this.”
Jacob’s expression flattened and he pursed his lips. He almost couldn’t fault Sam for finding it funny. The joke was just lying there in wait. Staring up at the smirk that had so casually moved in on Sam’s face, Jacob had to roll his eyes even as his cheeks turned pink.
Winchester sass. Figures. Definitely brothers.
Art by @mogadeer!
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Brothers Apart 