October 11th excerpt:
“Uh. Okay,” Jacob replied, still staring at Sam and making no moves. Holy. Shit. Not only was he thinking about stealing someone’s car, he was going to take instructions on how to do it from someone that fit in his pocket. Someone who’d just had to strain to pull up the lock on the car door was more ready to take off with that car than Jacob was.
He tried not to think about how defensive Dean had been about the car earlier. Or how many weapons he had.
Commission for @theskylarksings!
This one is a request for mouthplay, and I chose to go with the Brothers Forgotten pair (from the 2017 contest)!
Sky gets to decide it it’s canon or not, and I hope you love it!
Word count: 979
Warnings: mouthplay, no vore
Motion caught Sam’s attention out of the corner of his eye, and he sent a flat look towards his older brother. “What the hell is it this time,” he sighed, resigned to Dean’s constant fidgets.
In all fairness, the giant had never learned restraint like Sam had. Growing up in the wilderness, alone and abandoned mistakenly by his family, Dean had made do on his own. He’d survived against all odds, managing to not become the monster he was slated to become by the witch who cursed him.
Changed into a giant, separated from his family, simply assumed that he would lose touch with humanity and go feral.
Instead, years later Sam had stumbled across him while hunting for a giant, who had been hunting for the actual monster in the area, following his own code of morals to help people, even those that condemned him.
Dean froze under Sam’s scrutiny, his pinky in the corner of his mouth worrying something there. He slowly removed it, his ears faintly flushed.
“Just… something in my teeth,” he muttered, turning away from Sam.
“Hey!” Sam didn’t like the look on Dean’s face. More self-conscious than normal. He slid off the hood of the Impala, leaving his laptop open next to his bag and forgetting about both promptly.
Anyone that came out here to steal a laptop out from under a giant’s nose had another thing coming.
“What’s the matter?” Sam put his hands on his hips, briefly feeling like he was occasionally scolding a kid when Dean started acting oddly.
Dean glanced at him, fiddling absently with his hands in his lap. “That’s it,” he protested stubbornly. “Got something stuck in my teeth, can’t get it out.” He flared out his fingers and wiggled them at Sam. “See?”
None of the fingernails were more than nubs, and Sam had a sudden realization that Dean, without access to a lot of quality of life items, likely chewed them short if they got too long. As such, he was left without a nail to help him free– whatever it was.
Sam sighed. I’m going to regret this.
This is my ink drawing for october 8th 2017. Barely made it in on time!
Sam is just relaxing on Dean’s shoe. I like how this one turned out. This is Nightmares06′s version of Sam and Dean from Brothers Apart. I like drawing these dorks :}
October 10th excerpt:
Sam put his hands on his hips and looked up at Jacob. “You ever hotwire a car before?” he asked.
October 9th excerpt:
Despite knowing it was rude to stare, Jacob kept his eyes on Sam’s progress until the small form disappeared into the opening. Once he was out of sight, it was like he’d never been there. Jacob pushed himself up and brushed off his hands, marveling at what he’d just seen. If he were to look under the car again, he would almost miss that little opening.
Cars weren’t supposed to have tiny entrances like that, but it wasn’t the first surprise he’d gotten from the brothers. It wasn’t even the strangest surprise. Jacob returned to his feet and made his way to the driver door, peeking in the windows and wondering if he’d catch sight of Sam walking around in there.
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Oh man! XD I can’t imagine how unimpressed with this idea Jacob would be once Dean popped up with it with that shit-eating grin on his face. Those little swords were great when making sets as a kid, but when he’s small enough to use one for a weapon… not cool, Dean. Not cool.
Having a cup his size to drink out of might be cool, but could it outweigh the groans of exasperation for those little swords? Who even knows. Poor Jacob would rather no one give Dean these ideas, please.
October 8th excerpt:
Jacob jolted at the sight of that mean-looking little fishhook soaring into the air. His lips parted and he lowered his head so he could see the underbelly of the car easier. To his astonishment, the hook caught on a small, nondescript opening in the metal, and the line pulled taut in Sam’s grip.
Holy shit, Jacob thought, an amazed smile sneaking onto his face. He couldn’t help it. That was badass.
While Sam scurried up the climbing line like it was as easy as breathing, Jacob watched in awed silence. Bowman would never be able to do something like that. He had enough trouble climbing on the fabric of Jacob’s hoodie and had to be rescued if he fell into the hood itself. Jacob doubted Sam would have the same trouble with it.
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Pfft. From what I know of those poor Winchesters, they wouldn’t be able to communicate much with Bowman … aside from blinking Morse code at him. Which he doesn’t understand. So he’d have a couple of blinking lights following him around.
He’d assume they’re fairies.
Wouldn’t soul-Dean just LOVE that.
*Sparks angrily*
Chibi commission for @neonthebright!! I had some fun with the sparkles.
a little too much fun.
I figured since Jacob was supposed to be a younger teen here, his hair wouldn’t be as… Swoosh. If there’s anything you need changed/tweaked, let me know!
October 7th excerpt:
Sam directed Jacob on where to lower him down, pointing out the ground directly next to the rear driver’s side tire. That would put him closest to his panic room entrance and shorten the journey.
From down on the ground next to the tire, Sam saw a rare perspective of the Impala– his home. She loomed overhead, all shadows underneath and chrome overhead throwing the sunlight back at Jacob. It could have been an intimidating scene, the ceiling over Sam’s head a confusing landscape of car parts that only Dean knew how to navigate, but instead Sam felt safe here. The Impala was as much his as it was Dean’s, as Dean would insist whenever he was working on her.
Sam turned back to Jacob. “I’m going to open the door on the driver’s side to let you in, okay?” he said seriously. “It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll get there.”
Brothers Apart 