December 24th excerpt:
“Hang on,” Sherlock warned Dean, giving him a second to brace himself before jumping up to catch the lowest rung of the escape stairs and drag them down to ground level.
“Holy–!”
Dean’s cry of surprise went unheeded in the swift motion as Sherlock jumped and snagged the ladder. The sensation of freefall was unwelcome for the smaller man, his fear of flying hitting him all at once when he felt himself become airborne as Sherlock dropped back down.
December 17th excerpt:
John couldn’t help but marvel at the amount of detail he was able to see through the small lens, if slightly distorted. The individual spikes of Dean’s hair which swayed as though in time with a breeze; it didn’t take John long to realize that the breeze was his breath, and he made a conscious effort to lessen the gust. Freckles across Dean’s cheeks and stubble on his chin, the tiniest things that John wouldn’t be able to make out ordinarily. Bloodstains on his black shirt, and… John squinted and looked closer, a little thrown by the sight of a necklace resting against Dean’s chest. Even with the magnifier, all he could really make out was an outline of a leather cord and a metallic gleam from a pendant.
“What is that? ” Sherlock piped up, leaning in close again.
December 16th excerpt:
Leaning on the slight incline of John’s fingers, some of which outsized him in length, Dean had never looked smaller and more vulnerable.
This was further accentuated when a longer, paler finger came from behind John to poke at Dean’s shoulder, flipping the tiny person onto his back.
“Stop that!” John hissed, slapping Sherlock’s hand out of the way. The hand supporting Dean wavered ever so slightly, causing his head to loll to the other side.
October 4th excerpt:
“No harm done, man,” Jacob assured him with an encouraging smile. “Dean’s beauty sleep only goes so far anyway.” His grin widened when the little guy looked up at him with wide eyes, looking almost surprised that Jacob would tease a human so boldly. He supposed, in retrospect, it was pretty brave of him, considering the size difference. But Dean could be trusted, and Jacob wanted to make sure this stranger knew it.
Dean made a face at Jacob’s back by instinct before he could stop himself.
October 2nd excerpt:
Despite the tension between the others, Sam burst out into a grin. “You’re our size!” he blurted in surprise. He was thrilled to know that there were others like them out in the world, and they weren’t just in Haven.
Oscar wasn’t aware that his eyes could get even wider. But the other person approached and they definitely did. He glanced back and forth between the pair. This second guy, with longer hair, was a whole four inches tall. The one with the hooded jacket wasn’t far behind, either. These guys were enormous.
Am I? Am I your size?! he wanted to say. But Oscar’s hands were still clamped firmly over his mouth to prevent any noises of alarm from escaping him. This was exactly the last thing he wanted to happen.
The teeny little Jake in the horror story isn’t quite that small… his friends give him an estimated height of about an inch and a half, but they don’t have any rulers around to measure him by. Small enough to be a teddy bear to a man four inches tall (Sam’s claimed), yet still big enough to manage some interaction with Dean without any outside help, so long as the hunter is paying close attention.
Artwork by @mogadeer
August 31st excerpt:
“I get scared a lot,” Oscar said, staring at the way his hands couldn’t cover one fingertip, even with his own fingers spread as far as they would go. “A-an’ I never came up on the beds before. I’m not very brave…”
That’s an easy one 😉
Jacob in Brothers Lost is eighteen years old, only a few months from turning nineteen. In both Brothers Found and Brothers Adopted, he’s seventeen, putting him shorter than Sam and Dean both. So, give him a little time, and Sam and Dean will both be looking up to him! (And Dean will be complaining all the way)
He just needs a little more time to get to his full height.
XD Jacob has good reason to be paranoid here, at least. They are but small grains of rice to him. He’ll have to watch out when he talks. Little guys like that can’t take a lot of volume from someone his size! Plus on the other hand, Jacob might not hear them if they say something to him (Bowman would be pissed if he couldn’t scold Jacob).
Regular Sam at least has a bit of experience climbing sharp cliffs, like elevator shafts, though the smol versions of him take it to a whole new level! He’d be fascinated to see one of him climb himself, especially since he knows he’s a tall guy.
The folds would be pretty intricately detailed. A normal smol could easily fit their fingers through the holes of most fabrics (especially the flannel that the Winchesters wear), so someone that’s that much smaller might be able to stick their entire arm in. @.@ That’s a lot of fabric.
Separating to explore Bobby’s junkyard while Dean was doing maintenance on the Impala was a mistake Sam didn’t realize he had made.
Especially with a literal giant trailing after him like a lost puppy.
“Dude, you don’t have to follow me, okay?” Sam addressed Jacob’s looming figure, suppressing a twitch at the sheer size of the kid. “Seriously you can go do your own thing, it’s pretty safe around here.”
“The hunter-”
“Bobby.” Sam stressed.
“Er, Bobby… he said I had to be near you or Dean at all times.” Jacob smiled sheepishly. “Said he didn’t need me stomping around and accidentally step on something important.”
“Riiiight.” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “You’re fine then, I guess.”
Jacob merely nodded.
Sam attempted to ignore Jacob to the best of his ability, but his senses were running rampant with the feeling of being watched by something large and dangerous. As he wandered through the junkyard, Sam would sneak glances at Jacob to reassure himself of…something.
A low growl pulled Sam into alertness, as he realized he had entered a grassy field with trees beyond the expanse. A faint memory played in his mind of himself and Dean playing in this field and climbing the trees when they were kids.
He glanced around briefly, locating the source of the growl when it sounded again. Rumsfield was standing defensively a few yards away, his teeth bared in a snarl. Sam noted the aggression and began to back away, shocked when Rumsfield advanced at the same time.
Suddenly Rumsfield was hidden between two hands the size of King-sized beds, Sam jumping at the ridiculously quick movement.
He watched in dumbstruck fear and shock as the hands slid across the ground, corralling Rumsfield away from Sam. The soil and grasses were easily displaced by the movement, which made a small section of the ground collapse.
Ice flooded Sam’s veins as he watched tiny things begin crawling out of the collapsed dirt. At first glance they looked like small rodents, then Sam noticed they were standing…on two feet.
Tiny people.
He held up a hand to Jacob, a warning for the kid to keep still, while Sam advanced slowly towards the hill, his mind alight with both concern and curiosity. Careful of his steps Sam bent down, hit body folding down slowly to not startle the tiny beings.
Sam couldn’t help feeling horrible when the small people began running away from him. They think I was the one to destroy their home, he realized.
Jacob was frozen, taking Sam’s command to heart. Rumsfield struggled lightly between his hands but otherwise didn’t make trouble. He was terrified the area of the small collapse of dirt had meant something special to Sam. As he waited in tense silence, he watched Sam slowly approach the area and crouch down.
Something about the whole thing made Jacob’s chest constrict as he stared down at a man that would normally tower a few inches over him. Not to mention the angle and the way the hunter was crouched made him seem even smaller to Jacob.
Sam watched quietly as two bright red-heads separated from the rest of the smaller people, staring up at Sam directly.
“You destroyed our home. Why?” Sam was taken aback by the sheer authority in the quiet, fearful voice of the male of the pair. “Answer me boy.”
Sam blinked a few times before finding his voice. “We didn’t mean too, my friend accidentally shifted a bunch of dirt around which caused the cave-in… is everyone accounted for? I can help clear out your home as an apology…”
“Everyone is accounted for, we don’t need a human’s help.” The red-head girl glared at Sam, with a confidence that shocked him to the core. “Where is your friend? Tell him to leave this area alone, we will have to leave now that our home is destroyed and we don’t need any humans making it difficult.”
Sam nodded mutely, guilt heavy in his stomach as he realized the damage accidentally wrought. He stood up slowly before turning to look up at Jacob.
An odd feeling washed over the hunter as he realized he was playing middle man between a giant and people barely 2 to 3 inches tall.
“Jacob.” Sam waved to catch the kid’s attention. He twitched at Jacob crouched down onto his elbows and knees.
“What’s going on? I-I didn’t break something important did I?” Jacob’s voice was a low whisper, but the words were heavy with guilt.
“There were people living in that hole Jacob, like people the size of me to you, to me! Inches tall, and we accidentally destroyed their home.” Sam sighed. “We need to go back and tell Bobby and Dead to stay clear of here for a while.”
Jacob nodded slowly before the shock rolled in. “Wait tiny people?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, here.” He lifted his hand in front of Jacob’s face. “See my fingers? That’s about how tall they are.”
Jacob stared at the small digits in fear. They were already smaller than a grain of rice in comparison to him, he couldn’t wrap his mind around an entire person being that small.
And he’d just destroyed their home without even knowing it.
Guilt hit him like a truck as he realized the consequences for his seemingly harmless action. He was just trying to keep Rumsfield from attacking Sam, but now as he let the dog go, he realized Rumsfield was trying to protect the tiny community.
Jacob had never felt more like a monster.
Brothers Apart 