All I can say is anything is possible in the future!
Walt for sure has never forgotten the only good human he met before Sam and Dean came along, and that particular case stands out in Bobby’s mind. It’s a driving force in him, and a huge reason for the way he reacted to first discovering Sam during Shadows and Reflections.
Well… I can’t really promise there won’t be any major character deaths.
And crying. There will be crying because I have been crying at some parts. Also, writing the horror story actually gave me and @neonthewrite nightmares. So there’s that, too.
I actually lived up to my nightmares name at last.
Mallory, one of my favorite characters to write, died off in the first story. I was happy to be able to bring her back in AU fics, but then we went and made her cry, too, so now I feel guilty all over again.
Mallory sat herself on the foam of the bed she shared with Walt. The warmth of the blankets she’d lovingly crafted for her family couldn’t touch the shard of ice that had lodged in her heart.
As her tall boys fought, ignoring the threat of any humans nearby hearing them, she sat there and cried and watched her family fracture.
Mallory commissioned from the wonderful aibyou
Nothing’s ever out of the question. I’m sure Sam would suggest it to them at some point. The borrowers in the walls have a lot of trust issues with humans, though, so getting all of them to come with Dean would be the hard part.
Offering them a life where they could live without relying on humans would be a wonderful thing. Much safer than a motel.
Be careful when you’re asking things on the internet, because the people on the other end will have no tone of voice or facial expressions to go on. All they have are the words in front of them to interpret, and that’s how the ask came across.
For the future of BA, there’s a few good plans in motion.
Art commissioned from QuakeArts!
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.
Well, nothing is impossible. I can promise you that this isn’t the last we see of the field littles and Walt, and of course it’s not the last we’ve seen of Bobby!
Though for Sam, Walt was disappointed that he showed no aptitude for tanning at all. On the other hand, wee little Sean is doing great at it.
We’re thrilled everyone is excited for the story! *bounces* A lot of hard, hard work has gone into it (and is still going into it as we edit it).
I do not, as a writer, shy away from death in any way.
I do consider Mallory one of my own main characters, and the poor dear didn’t last the first story.
I do, however, shy away from annoying endings where everybody’s dead already, or everybody dies. What gives. That was a waste of my life.
Picture commissioned from QuackGhost
Walt and Mallory © @nightmares06
Well, they’d be trapped in that motel. Saved by Walt and Mallory, stuck waiting in a motel with their lives going nowhere unless…
Oh, wait. This is one of those times when I get an idea for an entire crossover AU.
How about we call it Brothers Lost?
He was supposed to be out there. Saving people. Hunting things.
He wasn’t supposed to be the victim. Trapped by a witch and a curse that tore his entire world away. Everything gone but Sam himself.
Send in any prompts you think of for this idea and read the little drabble I came up with below!
I’m thinking if it gets written in its entirety, it’ll be added into the supply of AU ideas that have been written out and I’ll poll for which of these stories people want posted once A Lich of Sense is finished! (Some AU’s contain spoilers for that story)
Other AU’s created for this so far include Brothers Together and the ‘verse where a kid finds Sam before Dean. And one that no one has guessed so far. And now Brothers Lost.
“You know, you’ve done a lot of stupid things before, but this has to take the cake!”
Dean rolled his eyes and didn’t break stride. Sam had to walk faster to catch up, grumbling about his older brother’s stubborn behavior.
“Dammit, Dean. We can’t go into that room. We have no idea when that kid’s coming back. Hell, for all we know he just stepped outside to take a smoke!”
Sam finally got a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and tried to whirl him around. Dean caught his arm and used his momentum against him, sending him flying into the ground with a practiced motion. He grinned down at the frazzled Sam he was holding down. “You’re getting soft there, kiddo.”
Sam made a face and kicked up with a leg. He managed to catch Dean’s side, flipping him onto the ground in seconds. “You were saying, jackass?”
“Get off me.”
Sam helped Dean to his feet. “C’mon, let’s just head back, wait until it’s night. We can hit the room then. Walt never has to know we were here.”
Dean threw him a look. “All you do is argue with Walt! I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”
“Sure, I argue with him, but this? And for what – a slice of pie?”
Dean held out his arms. “How often do we see a slice of pie left out in a room? Hell, how often do we see it just vanish into the fridge whether they remember it or not? Sam, I’ve got to try. We might not get this chance again!”
It hurt for him to admit that, but it was sadly true for them both. Thirteen years ago, they’d gone to a motel with their dad. He was on a hunt, searching for missing children in the area.
He’d left them alone in the room.
Dean wasn’t completely sure what had happened that night. He could remember a woman, standing inside the door. The door itself bolted shut. Himself, slammed against the wall.
A flash of white hitting Sam.
Before Dean could react past the shock that covered his face, the same flash had slammed into him.
Then he was falling.
The next thing he could remember was waking up, his entire world changed. It was dark. Closed off. Two people were in the room watching over them. A woman, her blonde hair and blue eyes gentle as she helped Dean off of the stacked up fabric. She was tiny, even next to himself as a kid. In fact, Sam wasn’t far off of her height back then. He’d outgrown her in only a few years.
Mallory and Walt had tried to convince him, but he didn’t want to see the truth. He didn’t want to hear that he’d been cursed and stood under four inches tall.
He’d found Sam. They’d tried to run off into dark corridors, following dusty paths. Walt had found them in time to get them to safety. In his urgency, Dean had burst into an occupied motel room.
Occupied by giants.
Over the years they’d both come to terms with their new lives. Walt and Mallory had helped them adjust to the way things were. Finding supplies, knowing where and when to find food. All the lessons that they both needed to know to survive.
These days, Dean lived on his own. He’d found a place to make his own and had spent his time adjusting it to be livable just like Walt and Mallory had done with their own. Mallory helped him with fabrics, making up wall hangings to drape on the walls and covers for his own nest of blankets. Sam had a bed of his own back with Walt and Mallory. Dean had insisted that his younger brother use it back when they’d discovered it in abandoned motel room.
Sam came to stay with him more often than not. It didn’t feel right to be too far apart after everything they’d survived together. Dean knew that it was assumed that Sam would eventually court Krissy, but Sam was uncomfortable with the idea. There were no girls in the area that were Dean’s age, so he was left on his own.
To brood, mostly.
Which was why Sam had a habit of showing up at the worst times, trying to keep his big brother’s mind off of their situation.
Like right now, when he was trying to sneak into a room where the guest had left out a slice of pie.
I mean, who can turn down a slice of pie?
Currently, Walt is teaching Sean how to survive. The boy also showed an aptitude for tanning, so the next time they kill a rat he’s going to be assisting Walt in skinning it, jerkying the meat and tanning the hide. The next time they need boots, he’s going to be the one to try and put them together. The cursed boy needs to learn how to survive, plain and simple.
Life goes on.
They’d love Sam all the same. After seeing how him and Dean are with the others that were captured, Walt realized that size really didn’t matter when it came to his adopted sons… because after everything else, he’s adopted Dean as surely as he adopted Sam. They just don’t quite realize it.
There would be a lot of shock, and it might be bittersweet to see Sam ‘regular’ sized after all those years raising him up as one of their own. And Sam would be sad to realize he could never go home again, because he’d never fit. But he’d be where he belonged, with his brother, and he’d never forget them.
Brothers Apart 