Sam is a BIG fan of mother henning his Jacob, it would be a struggle to let the little guy go free to wander!
Jacob might be fine with hanging out with other little guys. They would at least understand and help him out. There’d be a lot of tol folks around, though, and after all the grief he dealt with without Sam or Bowman as a buffer, he’d be sticking close to one of them if he could. He could chill with Oscar.
Artwork by @torchmlp for Motel Sprites!
Though it can honestly fit into any AU where both brothers are cursed, because Sam is a shit and likes to do this to Dean…
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 :}
September 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped a hand to the table, fingers idly pressing into the nicked wood surface. “I think it’s time to head there and check things out,” he decided.
Sam cast a glance over his shoulder at Jacob as he darted towards the hand Dean had left resting on the table for him. After so long spent with Dean, it was easy to recognize an “all aboard!” gesture. Hitching up his satchel, Sam bounded onto the back of Dean’s hand and began to scale up the muscular arm, taking advantage of handholds in the fabric that neither human could see.
April 17th excerpt:
The ride was uneventful. Jacob remained in Sam’s bag, finding it simpler than trying to climb out only to be rolled around in the pocket by every little movement. Despite feeling silly huddled in the satchel, he felt a lot more secure that way.
Even if it meant he was stuck on Sam’s lap while he dozed, fluffy brown bangs covering his eyes.
April 14th excerpt:
There was more than enough room for Jacob inside, but Sam took a few extra items out, leaving his journal along with the spare key for the panic room tucked inside the pages like a bookmark and a few other small supplies.
Jacob pursed his lips at the bag while he considered it. Sam was offering, but Jacob was fairly certain it’d be insisted upon, based on the conviction in his eyes. He couldn’t refuse; he was sore as hell and walking around did not sound very appealing. Every step for Sam or Bowman took three or four of Jacob’s. He had a lot of ground to cover just to get out from under the seat.
The last thing Jacob Andris ever expected was to find himself cursed by a witch to live out his life under half a foot tall. He never expected to find himself becoming part of a family that once would fit in his hand.
And he certainly never expected to find himself adopted by a hunter twenty times his size.
Jacob’s heart rate jumped up for a few seconds at the sound of an unfamiliar voice in the dim lighting. He had to squint a little to find the man’s face as he sluggishly pushed himself up to lean against the backboard of the bed. Jacob shivered; he didn’t remember it being so cold before. He rubbed his eyes before looking at the silvery cup offered to him.
He couldn’t resist taking it and drinking down its contents quickly to soothe his parched throat. With that done, he looked around some more, letting his eyes adjust (as much as they could) to the light. The only source that he could see was the ceiling, where long cracks between the thick beams let light in in dusty golden bars. A part of him wondered why they didn’t just put a lamp in this room.
“Where …” Jacob managed to rasp, before he noticed the pile of huge blankets in one corner. He glanced across at the desk and chair, and the curtain blocking the rest of wherever the hell this was from view. There was a shoulder bag next to the chair and Jacob raised his eyebrows in surprise at the sight of a three-pronged hook sticking out of it. The barbs alone had to be the length of his fingers.
It inevitably drew him back to the man in the room with him. He wore jeans and a plain grey t-shirt, covered by a jacket with numerous pockets. There was something off about him, but Jacob couldn’t quite place it in the lack of light. After a moment, he found his voice, a list of questions all crowding into his mind at once.
“Who are you? Is this a basement? Where’s my mom?”
First Hunt coming 10/25/16
Brothers Apart 