Sorry this took so long!
I was actually hoping to find a face claim, but he’s got very dark skin, chocolate brown eyes, and his hair was very short. It’s grown out some since he was cursed, but he doesn’t like it when it grows out, so he’ll likely convince Walt or Sam to help him with a hair cut.
He’s about shoulder height for Sam, and when he finishes growing, he’ll be slightly taller than Walt, but won’t be able to reach Sam’s lofty 4 inches.
My entry for the 2018 Brothers Apart tumblr contest. I wanted to write something with @nightmares06‘s Walt Watch, since he’s one of my favorites and he recently had some huge character development in the latest story of the Brothers Apart AU. This is set sometime in the weeks/months after the first story, after Sam has left with Dean under the assumption that Walt didn’t survive the events of that story.
Hope you enjoy it! Reading time approx. 10 minutes.
Walt knew something was wrong before he had time to fully wake up. Something like a heavy weight settled over his heart and he sighed without opening his eyes. Life had thrown him too many strange new things in so many months. Sometimes he wondered if he would ever have some semblance of what he had before.
Before Mallory … before Bree … his family had been fragmented, time and time again. What had he done for fate to lay its hands on him like that not once, but twice? He didn’t even know what had become of Sam.
That boy … Walt had known what he was, and hadn’t cared. In his old life, he was as much a danger to Walt as any other human.
Seeing that little face, full of fear he tried to hide, had decided for him. He and Mallory had been no match for those plaintive hazel eyes, full of tears the boy didn’t want to release. Walt still remembered the mumbled excuses about chick-flick moments. He didn’t even know what that meant and he could tell Sam’s heart wasn’t in the words.
The boy had lost his family. Just like Walt and Mallory had lost their baby girl not a year before. They might not understand everything Sam lost, but they understood that. There was no turning him away.
And now he was gone. Mallory was gone. Walt was alone, if not for–
“Walt?” Krissy’s voice was cautious and quiet, but Walt had known the girl long enough to recognize something else in it. Worry. His pale blue eyes opened at last to take in the concerned shadows on her face.
WELP. I’d say this hasn’t been on my mind but that would be a lie since I wrote an entire story for it…
The phone started to ring.
Everyone hushed, staring at the speaker with trepidation as Walt backed off to join Sean. The only person focused elsewhere was Mikael, and that was only because someone needed to keep an eye on the door, and no one was eager to be the person who talked to Dean. Just the thought of his size made them nervous.
The rings cut out and everyone held their breath.
“Hello? ”
The gruff voice that rumbled out of the phone was enough to freeze them where they stood. Dean sounded tired and grumpy. The call must have woken him from a deep sleep.
Apprehensive, Walt glanced out the expansive window across the room, staring at the rising sun. He cursed to himself. It was bad enough they had to call the hunter in the first place. Now they were making it worse with bad timing. Humans had such different schedules from Walt’s people, it was easy to forget Dean might not be up when they called him in their desperation.
Dean, of course, was oblivious to the subtleties on the other end of the call. He continued on. “Who is this? How did you get this number? ”
For writers (or artists) in the g/t fandom, the Fab 5 ( @bittykimmy, @neonthewrite, @nightmares06, @creatorofuniverses, and @borrowedtimeandspace) have put together a list of one word prompts – all of them chosen by GT people for GT people.
The objective? Send in an ask to any of those blogs (or to whosoever reblogged this post and thus took the challenge) with a number and a character.
What they do with the prompt is up to them. Have fun!
- Giant
- Rise
- Monster
- Peeking
- Hands
- Borrow
- Tinker
- Adapt
- Flight
- Possession
- Mouse
- Risk
- Shelter
- Darkness
- Argument
- Trust
- Protect
- Close
- Cooking
- Open
- Trepidation
- Startle
- Dash
- Warmth
- Flowerpot
- Invisible
- Escape
- Heartbeat
- Dew
- Freedom
- Wings
- Laughter
- Edge
- Slam
- Web
- Razor
- Threaten
- Snatch
- Solution
- Footsteps
- Secret
- Dollhouse
- Corner
- Vent
- Company
- Tremors
- Top
- Reveal
- Creaking
- Freefall
- Landing
- Vertigo
- Stuck
- Cling
- Separate
- Needle
- Fear
- Diversion
- Platform
- Sneak
- Cold
- Soft
- Exploration
- Ignorance
- Cage
- Curiosity
- Narrow
- Rescue
- Bottom
- Grow
- Stomp
- Cooperate
- Problem
- Raindrops
- Solitude
- Precarious
- Leap
- Stash
- Trap
- Flash
- Miscommunication
- Lantern
- Tiptoe
- Rumble
- Conspiracy
- Cat
- Attention
- Ceiling
- Experiment
- Touch
- Bookshelf
- Search
- Please
- Cradle
- Hide
- Hang
- Desperation
- Power
- Betrayal
- Tiny
Send in prompts! Character + word, feel free to send it to the BA askbox or any of our individual boxes!
(If you’re not sure who the character belongs to, send it here and we’ll sort it out)
It has not been revealed yet 😉
In fact, Sean’s knack is heavily touched upon in an upcoming story in the Brothers Apart series, and will be revealed then. We will learn a lot more about the littles of Trails West, and their resident cursed human when trouble comes knocking at their door.
In fact he does! Just like Sam, Dean and Jacob, the moment he was cursed a part of his mind was unlocked by that same curse! This will be a theme that is touched upon heavily in the as of yet, unnamed twelfth installment of Brothers Apart (the story I am currently agonizing over), and Sean’s ability will be revealed.
81. Thunder
An echo of thunder rolled around Sean, and he dove underneath the scraps of fabric that made up his ‘nest.’
Standing at only three inches in height, the young boy blinked out at the world from his protective cocoon, huge tears flowing from his eyes. This was wrong. Everything was wrong, and he was scared.
Summoned by the yelp he’d heard, Walt Watch limped around the doorway that lead to the room Sean was staying in. The older man held his side tenderly, and Sean remembered hearing that his entire home had caved in on him, knocking him just out of range of a fire that raged. Walt was as lucky as Sean to be alive.
But at least he was used to being small.
“Hey, there,” Walt said, sitting next to Sean’s protective fort. “How are you hanging in?”
Sean said nothing, just blinked blearily at the older man. Another rumble of thunder came, this time with the rhythmic sounds of footsteps accompanying it. That made him dive down, out of sight. He hated the reminder of how small they were.
Walt put a hand on the top of the piled-up fabric. Krissy and Bennett had given up the extra room for Sean, since he wasn’t used to sharing with anyone the way they were. They were staying in the same room as their mother, and Walt had the room next to Sean’s. The young boy reminded him so much of Sam all those years ago. Afraid and alone and lonely. Forced to confront realities that no child deserved.
“Look, they don’t know we’re here,” Walt said wisely. “They won’t hear us, they won’t bother us. Sam once told me that humans had a way of getting through thunderstorms if young children were afraid. He said to just think of it as God getting a shower, and the thunder as his footsteps. Those humans up there are the same. Just walking around, minding their own business.”
Sean peeked out at Walt. “B-but if they find us…” he said in a half-moan of fear.
Walt ruffled his hair. “They won’t,” he promised. “We’ve got a safe home here. Besides, if it wasn’t for humans, we wouldn’t have much to eat, now, would we?”
Sean blinked back at him, looking unconvinced.
“If you want, I can stick around for a bit,” Walt offered. “Staying in a strange place all alone can be scary.”
Sean rubbed his eyes. “I’d like that,” he said shyly. “It’s just all so… different…”
“Sam said the same thing when we first found him,” Walt nodded. Sean’s wide eyes encouraged him to continue. Though Sean had never met Sam, he’d heard all about his rescuer from Krissy and Bennett. “He was just about your age back then…”
Walt told stories about Sam’s first days cursed until Sean couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer, and the young boy drifted off to sleep.
A cute combination for a drabble!
95. Pretend
“Okay, now you pretend to be the big human, here to save everyone!”
Kara gave Sean a big grin, excited about the game he’d introduced her to. Playing pretend, something that humans did when they didn’t have any toys (not that she had toys, but most of her time was spent learning the rules about their life under the floorboards).
Sean flushed red. “Y-you mean like Dean, when he saved everyone?” he asked shyly, always nervous when he thought about the human that had rescued Kara’s daddy.
Kara nodded excitedly. “Yeah! Just like that! He beat up the bad guys and got everyone out, just like in the stories!”
She slapped her little hands against the floor, pushing herself up. Throwing her hands out as far as she could (barely two inches wide, but she tried), she declared. “He’s the biggest, safest human, and he helped us!”
“Kara?” A voice came from outside the room. Christian stuck his head in, his grey eyes finding his daughter and Sean instantly in the darkness he was adapted too. “You two should get to sleep, sweetie. It’s past your bedtime.”
“Aww!” Kara said in dissapointment. “But we were gonna pretend to be Dean, here to save everyone!”
Christian came in to tuck her into bed. “You can play tomorrow,” he smiled at her. “Sean’s staying with us for a few days. There’s plenty of time for games later.”
She let him slide her under the covers, bundling down into the fabric nest she loved so much. “You think Dean will come back and see us?” she asked tiredly.
Christian leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Of course he will,” he said. “We’re his family, remember?”
He tucked Sean in next, smiling at the formerly-human boy. Sean was still very shy around everyone, but he was adapting to his new life faster than expected. They’d decided to give him a few days away from the little home Walt and Bree were sharing with Krissy and her family, so he could spend time with Kara again. They’d bonded fast, the only two kids in the motel.
“Sleep tight, okay?” Christian said, and he got sleepy mumbles in return. He let the fabric fall back over the doorway, letting the curtain block the small children from the world. Where they could be safe for a while.
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.
That was Krissy. Sadly for her and the Watch family, it will be some time before the boys would even be able to consider returning to the motel they were attacked in. There’s too much of a chance that the witch is lurking in the area, though her trail has dried up, and so John will keep both of his children far, far away. He can’t risk losing both of them.
Brothers Apart 