Dean of Nowhere

(Story 2 of the Brothers Asunder series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite

A man without a home. A hunter without a family.

Dean Winchester comes from nothing and lives for no one, but dedicated his life to saving people in need. Now, an unexpected attack on two campers by one of their best friends draws Dean to Wellwood forest, towards an unexpected reunion.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Bobby Loran, Chase Lisong, Rischa Songbird,

Sam Winchester, Bowman Leafwing, Scar Wolfblind, Cerul Elanwyn, Vel, the demon

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Artwork by @jennilah! ( @ask-tinycas )

Sam of Wellwood

(Story 1 of the Brothers Asunder series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite

After having her plans thwarted so often by Dean Winchester, Celeste decides to up the stakes in her newest attempt, this time not even trying to curse the older Winchester. Instead, she removes him from the equation completely and sends Sam far, far away.

Into a forest where a certain familiar village resides, out of sight and out of mind.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Bowman Leafwing, Jacob Andris, Scar Wolfblind, Cerul Elanwyn

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Artwork by @lamthetwickster!

Oh gosh, that sucks! I hope you feel better soon! I always headcannoned in Brothers Asunder that at some point Sam and Bowman started an escalating prank war that ended up spreading to include the other knights and patrolsprites and was only ended when Scar “accidentally” got a glob of pine sap to his hair

XD Scar had enough trouble when he found Sam trying to practice with one of the spare swords. Now his hair is sticky and Sam and Bowman are trying their best to not look guilty.

Send me some headcanons for distraction!



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( Much thanks to ghostquack for the amazing art! )

Scar Wolfblind, Wellwood’s bravest protector, would never hesitate to combat any threat that came against his forest home. With his sword drawn and ready, and with a defiant stance, he will fight.

Bravery, however, is not a perfect shield. When the fight is intense, Scar tends to come away with more injuries than the other knights. On those days, his longtime friend Cerul Elanwyn is there to patch him up and offer what healing magic he can.

Scar is offended every time he’s told to rest, but despite his ferocity, Cerul isn’t even a little bit intimidated.

Sneak Peek

A few story titles were guessed before we started posting the sneak peeks to go along with them, so with no further ado I present Clash of the Hunters!

The second Jacob’s hands were on the cage, Dean was on the move.

As dangerous as it was to attack with Sam still in the line of fire, there would be no better chance. The hunter had lost his gun. Jacob was free and had his hands on the cage containing the sprite, reducing the chances of collateral damage of a fight between the older hunters.

Sam knew the risks as well as Dean.

So while Jacob was backing off from the hunter with Bowman safe, Dean was already sprinting through the field. Long legs covered the ground that had taken Sam a half hour to cross in seconds. His boots dug fissures in the ground with the force of striking the ground, all to propel him towards his enemy. It was enough that if any of the sprites were in his way, there would be nothing left of them.

But they knew when to keep clear and when to attack. Scar was a good leader, and would see his opening just as Dean had found his.

The hunter hadn’t fully turned in Dean’s direction when there was suddenly a fist slamming into his jaw. Dean didn’t waste a second in his attack. The man was thrown backwards from the force, and his pocket slammed away with him. Only a passing guilt hit at the fact that Sam was about to be in the center of two dueling humans. He would do what he could to keep Sam safe, even during the deadly fight.

It was for this reason that he didn’t use his knife right off the bat. Instead of a vicious follow-up, Dean’s hands sealed around the other hunter’s wrist, preventing him from falling at the same time as he prevented a counterattack. Either could be disastrous for Sam.

“You think you can come in here and terrify a bunch of peaceful sprites?” Dean snarled. “Threaten to cut their wings off and trap them in cages? This forest is under my protection.”

A flurry of leaves blew up around them as the wind kicked up.

“Mine. And theirs.”

Eclipse over Wellwood


With the eclipse going on, I couldn’t help thinking about what the sprites of Wellwood might think if the sun turned black for a few minutes in the middle of the day. Since they don’t have much reason to know what orbits are, they definitely wouldn’t make the connection that it’s the moon getting in the way.

Wellwood was a heartbeat of nervous energy. Cerul stood on the balcony of the cottonwood tree after the last twitchy-winged, concerned mother had fluttered back to her home tree. At last it seemed the tide of endless questions (mostly the same one) had ended. The sky and the air itself took on a strange tint as the last of the black disk slid over the sun far above them.

He only hoped he’d given the right advice. By the currents of worry on the air, he wasn’t sure.

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They would get into some of the usual shenanigans that teen wood sprites enjoy. Nighttime flying, races through the trees, and the like. At that point, Cerul would also have been training his skills with the Voice and Scar would be training to become a knight. They had some prestigious goals ahead of them, but they found a way to be troublemakers despite this.

Their backgrounds are very different, but they’ve been best friends for a long time, maybe because of their differences. Scar is hotheaded and brash, and Cerul’s level calm is a really good contrast to him. They keep each other from going too extreme in either direction.

 To name a specific incident in their younger years, once they decided they were going to agitate a bluejay. They ended up getting chased for at least a mile by the thing and Cerul nearly sprained a wing getting away.

You can bet they got their ears pinched once they made it home after that.



I haven’t picked a specific number just yet, but he was pretty young! Only 20 or 21. Bowman was just a wee sprout at the time.

By that point, he would have only been a knight for a couple years. Scar showed a lot of dedication and skill in his training, and he quickly earned his spot among the ranks. He was always determined to fight to protect the other wood sprites of Wellwood; indeed, his temperament is exceedingly rare among a pacifist people.

Wolves aren’t super common in Wellwood, at least not year-round, but just one can be a serious problem if it wanders too close. This is the case in Scar’s fabled story. A wolf, separate from a pack, had intruded well into the region of the woods that the sprites called home. One patrolsprite was killed and another injured badly.

The knights prepared themselves to take the fight to one of the largest enemies they’d have to deal with. They were well aware that some of them might not make it back, but if they could do just enough damage to drive the wolf away, they’d have succeeded.

Cerul fretted a lot for Scar, but he knew there would have been no convincing them not to go. He simply promised that he’d be waiting to offer healing to them all when they returned.

Despite the odds and the wolf’s viciousness, Scar managed to find an opening during the fight and landed right on its snout. Before it could rear back to snap him up, he put his sword through both of its eyes. Driving it away was easy after that.

He earned his name that day, and years later when it came time for a new High Knight, he was the obvious choice.

Scar is actually his birth name! He has a very prominent birthmark that extends all the way from his leg up to his back, and his parents couldn’t get the name out of their heads after seeing that.

Scar’s name originally came about to me as a writer as part of a theme with two other characters. Cerul, Scar, and a third (not as well known) sprite character of mine Cadmi. I think @creatorofuniverses and maybe @nightmares06 are the only ones to have picked up on the pattern for their names before, but the pattern suits each character’s personality and role in my canon story.

Woo! You hit it on the nail!

(And you were so super close we were rooting for you XD Saw the guesses come in like Soooooo clooooose…)

You’ve earned everyone a look at Bobby of Far Away!

And… it’s not the Bobby people adore.

“We were helping you! ” Sam snapped angrily up at the human. “Why the hell would you do this?!”

Scar wavered, with his legs only caught from just above the knees and down. He glared in surprise at the human, but cursed himself for his mistake even as the giant stared in smug triumph at him. He’d miscalculated and made a dangerous error in taking his focus off the enemy for even a second. He should have known better.

But this Bobby acted like no foe Scar had ever encountered before. The attack had hurt him, but he didn’t care.

“I’m doing it because it’s my land and I’ve been looking for sprites for forever?!” Bobby answered, exasperated and clearly annoyed that he even bothered to explain at all. It was clear on his face that it was a waste of time. “Now shuddup, would ya? This is a big deal.” He held Scar up at his eye level, watching the lean little guy try to stay upright while also trying to tug his legs free. It was futile, of course. He was way too weak.

“Blast it, you child,” Scar hissed. “Let go of us both now!” he demanded.

Bobby, of course, ignored him. Instead, he raised his other hand, the one still clamped around Sam. After adjusting his grip a little, he was able to pinch one of the fluttering, leafy wings in his thumb and first finger to stretch it out and look at it in the dying light.

“Owning land doesn’t mean you own people,” Sam snapped up at the human. When Bobby’s grip shifted around him, he managed to pull out an arm and try to shove against the hand he was trapped in. He couldn’t gain any traction at all. He might be stronger than a sprite but that meant almost nothing compared to a human of any size. Bobby was younger than him, and he was as inconsequential as a toy in those huge fingers as they shifted around him to examine the sprite.

“Leave his wings alone!” Sam shouted, punching in frustration against the knuckle he was closest to. He shoved his boots against the skin they were trapped within, wishing they had sharper heels to use as weapons.

“Nope,” Bobby shot back absently, even while he forced the wing into different angles to see how it moved. Scar winced and continued to struggle against him, but the movements were subdued with one wing stretched out. He couldn’t risk twisting at the wrong angle and damaging his wing.

Why? ” Scar spat. “What are you planning?”

Ding ding ding, you got it!


#dow is Dean of Wellwood, and now all we’ve got is #don and #bofa before all (current) stories for that particular AU have names!

I’ll add it to the FAQ in a bit. For now, you’ve earned a sneak peek!

As though a sudden breeze picked up, the knights took to the air in a flurry of leafy wings. They were flashes of leafy green that fell into formation with Scar at their head, leading a spiral of knights upwards.

Mere seconds later, the spiral broke apart. What looked like a loss of formation quickly shifted into knights scattering into groups of four or five and darting up towards different trees surrounding the village. Some were lost among the leaves and still others were easily marked circling around with their eyes focused on their adversary: 


The first knight darted towards Dean from the side, and soon after another from a different group swept into the village. Like the ticking of a clock, knights dashed into closer quarters with the human, following the tactics Scar had signaled to them. Determination filled every one of them as they closed in to swarm around the giant.

Dean brought his arms close to guard against any attacks. The sprites moved different from any opponent he’d ever faced, so before lashing out with his own strike, Dean’s intent green eyes watched how they flowed through the air. The rest of the surroundings dropped away from the fighters and ceased to exist.

After Dean had marked the position of the different groups in his mind to keep track during the flurry, he focused on one that was closer to his right side. The second they were within reach, his arm swept forward with the intent to snatch them out of the air.

The knight, one of the younger members, let out a quiet noise of alarm. He attempted to veer off course, but the adrenaline in his body and the sudden jelly-like feeling in his wings prevented him. His sword dropped to the ground below as fingers the size of his body coiled around and trapped him in a fist. His wings were engulfed along with him, and just like that his fight was over; there was no escape from Dean’s grasp.

“Do not falter,” Scar barked in warning as the other knights watched one of their number disappear into one of Dean’s pockets. If their hearts hadn’t already been pounding, they would have begun.

Dean wasn’t only big. He was fast.