There’s No Place Like Home sneak peek

Story arrives 6/30/19 at 9pm! Posting every Sunday and Wednesday at 9pm EST


The newly-minted team of hunters runs into some downtime between cases. Sam and Dean Winchester, cursed to live at a fraction of their original height, agree to a new trip with Jacob; this time on the road home to reassure his mom he’s still alive and kicking.

An uninvited guest throws this family reunion into a mess, and suddenly Jacob’s left alone to piece together what happened…


Bobby Loran quirked an eyebrow at the monstrous car parked outside of Jacob’s house. The black and chrome classic sparked envy in him, and he found himself wondering who was driving that around. He doubted it was Jacob’s stepdad, and his mom probably never would.

It was equally hard to believe that Jacob would end up with such a nice car, considering the less than glamorous line of work he’d taken up.

Not that Bobby would judge his old friend for it. Jacob had never been afraid of hard work. Bobby hadn’t had a chance to hang out with Jacob in a long time, but as soon as he heard the big guy was back in town, he paid the little house a visit. The tiny front lawn was immaculate as always, showing off Mariana’s care for the landscaping. Despite having a smaller home, she took the advice from magazines to heart.

Bobby traipsed up the lawn to knock on the door, glad to be in the shade of the house after the walk there. There was a shuffling of shoes on hardwood floors before the door opened and Mariana answered. Bobby offered her a smile; anyone who knew Jacob knew that his mother was one of the sweetest people on the planet.

“Hey, Mrs. Andris,” he greeted her. “I hear Jacob’s back in town?”

She bobbed her head and her curls bounced with the motion. “You hear right, Bobby, but our timing’s off. I sent him into the city with my car to run some errands for me. You’re welcome to come inside and wait for him, though; I doubt he’ll be gone too much longer.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I might just do that,” he replied, stepping into the house.

“Good to see you again, hon,” Mariana said, closing the door before opening her arms for a hug. 

Bobby chuckled and let the petite woman embrace him. “Yeah,” he replied.

Once Mariana took her leave to return to whatever she’d been bustling about doing (she always had a project going on when she wasn’t at one of her jobs), Bobby trudged up the stairs, tired footsteps landing a little heavier than might usually happen. He’d visited enough times to know exactly where Jacob’s room was, and he didn’t even look up from the phone he’d retrieved from his pocket to check for texts until he’d already thrown the door open and walked in.


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OC meme

We actually received a few requests for more information on OCs through a meme on tumblr… send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC


Stan Baker

Because Stan Baker wasn’t meant to be a fleshed out character, I hadn’t planned anything about him in advance. Then I started writing him and he demanded to Become. I ended up designing his character after the fact, and certain details were based on what I was really into at the time.

Around that time I met video game legend Troy Baker at a con and was instantly obsessed. He remains one of my favorite human beings to this day, and so he was on my mind a lot after I met him. His last name became Stan’s, whose first name was chosen mostly because it sounded good. This began a video game themed trend in my BAU writing, but more on that later…


Nathan Sullivan

After naming one OC after Troy Baker, known for (among many many other things) the main character from Naughty Dog’s The Last of Us, I figured Stan’s significant other should stick closely to this theme.

I decided to go with Naughty Dog’s other major title, Uncharted, for inspiration. The main character Nathan Drake and his gruff old partner Victor Sullivan, to be exact. My good boy Nathan Sullivan has very little in common with his namesakes, but his name makes me smile.


Kara Bolt

Kara as created just for the story setup in Taken, and I didn’t think people would actually like her very much!

My original beta reader gave me a very lukewarm reception for the character, since it was detracting from the time spent on the Winchesters, so the five chapter gap between when she first appears and when her story continues didn’t seem that big of a deal.

And then, people actually liked her and I was like well… fuk because now I had people invested in a character that was about to go MIA for half the story.

She’s come a long way since then, with the warm reception all the readers gave her, and she’s quite fond of her buddy Dean, smol or tol!

We haven’t had any sneak peeks recently, so have a bit of Kara and Dean in the future of BC!


“Dean?” Kara whispered furtively, glancing to the side to be sure she wasn’t going to wake up Sam. That was a big no-no, and she didn’t want to let anyone down, especially not after Dean got her the hook.

“Mmm?” came a sleepy mumble from the nest where Dean was buried.

“Can I go climbing?” Kara asked, her whisper an excited breath.

“Juss…” Twin green eyes peeked out at Kara. “Only if someone watches you,” he finished, closing his eyes and laying back down. “No goin’ alone.”

Kara pursed her lips, thwarted again as Dean went back to sleep.

Brothers Saved updates

I got lots of writing done for this story! Today was definitely a good day for it.

The stories for when Sam gets into a fight with John are completed, and will be posted when it’s time, I’m not going to put them up out of order now that I have my plans all outlined. Good news on the other stuff! I actually do have the short stories for when Dean first sees John and Bobby mostly completed.

I hope to have a few short stories ready when A Burglary at Baker Street is complete, as a bit of a treat for everyone for being so patient with me and this fun reversal of the Brothers Apart dynamic. 

I’ll leave you with an excerpt from the stories where they’re kids, and a peek at the drabble names from when they’re older:


John sat down in the chair next to Sam. Compared to the scrawny ten-year-old, John Winchester was massive, and he leaned over to get a better look at Dean.

Sam sheepishly moved his arm out of the way, trying not to fidget in the seat where he was nearly forgotten about in the wake of Dean’s miraculous recovery.

“How ya feelin’, dude?” John asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice. It was a tone of voice Dean couldn’t remember ever hearing out of the man, at least as far as he was concerned.

Dean clenched his jaw, forcing himself to meet John in the eyes. “I’m fine, sir,” he said stiffly.


And remember! Prompts are currently open for this AU! Send me some fun ideas for this pair!

Brothers Spaced, an abandoned Doctor Who crossover

Betmyfortune asked:

Since you have a Sherlock AU, will the brothers every bump into the Doctor? Because that would be absolutely bonkers. 

@borrowedtimeandspace – Bonkers is definitely a word for what that situation would be.

One of our first attempts at a collab was actually a crossover with BA and Doctor Who, with the Tenth Doctor and my borrower OC Zepheera. It was one of my first tries having her play with others, so her and the Winchesters butted heads a little.

Which isn’t to rule out the idea altogether; far from it. I’m sure if we come up with an idea for it, there’s every possibility that everyone’s favorite Time Lord could show up some day. I know I’ve personally grown as a writer since our very first collab, and I feel like I’d be more up to it than when we gave it our first go.

@nightmares06– Since we’re not sure if we’ll ever get back to it, we can give everyone a little peek at what we had in mind!

There’s every possibility that we’ll revamp Brothers Spaced in the future, so don’t count the doc out!


The Doctor entered the room prepared for action, wielding his sonic screwdriver for all the good it might do. He was ready for anything and anyone that might be on the other side of the door, no matter how big or scary they might be.

His brow rose when his eyes fell on the table and found two people that were the exact opposite.

“Oh,” he whispered, frozen in surprise for a moment. Despite having Zepheera for a companion, they rarely ran into more people her size. And the Doctor was certainly not used to being threatened by such a person, however futile the warning might be given the obvious advantage he had over the smaller man.

The Doctor, of course, would never even think of using this advantage to harm the man with the knife or the other that was making himself scarce. He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture and was about to explain that there had been a mistake, but Zepheera beat him to it.

For her part, Zepheera’s heart sank at the sight of two of her own people, clearly only after the food left on the table. She was all too familiar with the emotions she was picking up from them now, the fear and uncertainty that had been ingrained in her since childhood. She should have recognized the signs immediately, but she’d been apart from that life for too long and simply didn’t take everything into account. Now she was partially responsible for their distress, and she decided it was up to her to rectify her oversight.

“Stop!” she called, jumping to her feet and moving along the Doctor’s shoulder to where she could clearly be seen. The Doctor flinched a little at the shout right next to his ear, but he was otherwise motionless.

“Please, we’re not gonna harm you,” she went on. “This is all just a huge misunderstanding.”

Dean tensed at the sight of the tiny girl on a human’s shoulder. He didn’t relax his stance a bit, knowing that all he could do to control the situation was control his own reactions.

“That’s just what you’d say, bright eyes,” Dean snapped at the girl as he backed towards the wall, “if you wanted us to drop our guards. We’re not gonna be turned into some human’s pets.”

Sherlock’s knack

kajensen07 replied to your post: So enhanced speed is Sherlock’s knack… Is that what you are hinting? Or did I get my signals crossed?

myimaginedairybeard replied to your post: Yeah! I mean, at least that’s what I meant to say. We’ve cracked the code! 

Does it make him more speedy or just more of fast runner? Like, I’m guessing it includes his entire body and not just the legs… 

Awesome! You guys got close enough that I can now officially announced what his knack is as a borrower!

It isn’t exactly enhanced speed, but it’ll look that way to an outside observer. Sherlock is actually one of our stronger knack users.

He just needs that flair!

  • Time Distortion: The ability to slow down or stop time. A very strong knack that requires training to sustain for longer than a few seconds. In Sherlock’s case, he is able to slow down time around him, enabling him to escape with a speed that can’t be matched, and make observations that no one else would ever notice. When he stretches his ability, he can include others in this. He can’t stop time like an angel; it will always move forward

@borrowedtimeandspace: I like to imagine it like a Sherlock-shaped bubble, separating him into his own little time zone that happens to be different to everything around him. To include others, he needs to concentrate harder and expand that bubble. Though, Sherlock being Sherlock, he tends to prefer going it alone. Here’s a little peek into how it works for him!


He concentrated, and everything around him fell slightly out of focus. All noises were muffled far into the background, and when he looked back at John, he was moving so slowly that he might as well be still.

Sherlock let out a relieved breath, but kept going, knowing this wouldn’t last long.

For just a moment, Sherlock was faster than the entire world.

Valentine’s Day Sneak Peek

As a gift to my followers, have a sneak peek from a future Brothers Apart story!


Curled into a ball, Sam listened impatiently to the voices that echoed above him.

They had stumbled onto a case up by the Great Lakes one morning that had both of their spidey senses tingling. A man was found dead in his home while his wife was out. All doors locked, the alarm system armed and fully functional. The oddest part was his heart had stopped without warning (he was only 40). In the subsequent autopsy that had been run on the body, the doctors had found, of all things, a cupid’s arrow pin in his heart.

Like it had simply materialized there by magic.

Needless to say, the authorities were baffled. Dean was betting on a witch, and Sam wasn’t about to bet against him.

Which was why he was curled up into a ball, safely tucked in Dean’s hand and waiting for an opportunity to get out and search for the hexbag while Dean smooth-talked his way into the house.

He couldn’t help but squirm a little in place, trying to find a comfortable position as Dean walked into the house at last. The huge fingers cupped around his body flexed open a little at his struggles, giving him space.

Even as he gratefully shifted to a more comfortable position in the increasingly hot and enclosed area, one of the fingers he was leaning against twitched in what he recognized as Morse Code.

Bitch.

Smirking, Sam pounded out his own shorthand into the fingers with sharp punches, telling Dean off.

Jerk.

Touch Deprivation

anonymous asked:

Random ask here, but when a little is living with a human, even though I know they are technically touched or manhandled all the time, do they ever experience touch deprivation? I don’t know how even being held to a chest in a hug compares to someone the same size interacting with you and to what extent that would affect you…

Well, that’s probably going to depend on the exact little in question.

For instance, I hate touching. The fact that someone could pick me up and move me around at any time would bother the hell out of me, and I’d be twitchy from too much touching!

Some would likely yearn for same-size touch, wishing to find another of their kind. Especially if they’re in forced captivity, instead of the mutually supportive relationship like Sam and Dean have.

This actually came up in the Sad Oscar AU (aka Brothers Consulted). Oscar spent a long time with humans that could and would pick him up whenever they wanted, and it’s just not the same…


Oscar was so shocked by the sight of someone with such small features that he didn’t even flinch back from the sudden embrace. She was taller than him, but her thin frame was at his scale. No giant hands or looming faces to force him to go wherever they wanted. As it sank in, he shuddered with sheer relief and hid his eyes against her shoulder.

One frail arm returned the hug, but even Oscar’s earnest cling was timid and weak. The hand on his cane gripped it so tightly it shook.

Oscar had had no shortage of physical contact since his capture. From Noriko to Charlotte, no human had any qualms about grabbing him up in a relentless grasp, hugging him or simply carrying him around. He was no stranger to touch, and yet he might as well be touch starved.

“S-someone came,” he muttered, almost more to himself than to the stranger holding him now.

Brothers Sought reveal

myimaginedairybeard asked:

So, from what I gathered – The AU takes place two years earlier than when Jacob was cursed in Brothers Adopted. Meaning, Dean’s 22, Sam’s 18 and Jacob’s 13.

After arriving at Trial’s West, Jacob was cursed by Celeste, but he’s mom found him and saved him. Which means that Jake never met Sam or any of the other smaller residents who call the motel their home. Anyway, Dean somehow hears about this case of an attack and a disappearance of of a kid, and it just so happens it took place just so happens it took place in Trial’s West.

So Dean starts to really dig into the case (which is suspiciously similar to what happened to Sammy years before) and somehow finds out that the victim, Jake, was actually shrunk (I still don’t get how he figured it out though. in the sneak peaks he said something like “the news weren’t kidding about you, were they?” so I figured he knew, but there’s no way a case of a shrunken kid would show up on news, so he must have found some clues or something…I really don’t know), so he decides to “borrow” him for a while, until the case is over or something like that.

They arrive at Trial’s West only to encounter a smol stranger (Sammy to the rescue :D), who I’ll take probably got caught by Dean after attempting to save Jake. After things got more or less calm(ish), they question him about the case- if he knew of any disappearances that have accrued in the motel (referring to Sam, which just so happens to be the exact guy they’re questioning).

I’m gonna guess that that this au will be kinda like brothers together, only instead of Sam being shrunk and saved-Jacob’s shrunken and saved by his mom (Sam was cursed too, but unlike Jacob, he wasn’t saved in this au), and instead of Oz, the experienced borrower, teaching the recently shrunken human, Sammy, how deal with his new size-Sam’s the one who’s teaching the recently shrunken Jake! My guess for Something Borrowed :3

We’re both impressed! We didn’t think anyone would guess this!

This is why we hid the AU name for the story, because it gives away Dean’s true intentions, and the reason he ‘borrows’ Jacob.

Runners up for the AU name was Brothers Borrowed, but instead, we present…

Brothers Sought!

We’ll keep the reasons Dean discovered Jacob’s existence under wraps… for now 😉


“My brother vanished at that motel when we were kids,” Dean said, finally letting out the secret he’d hidden away in his heart. “And if this is the same thing… you might be able to help me find him.”

Jacob made sure he sat right in the center of Dean’s palm again, ever wary of the edge. It was a habit he needed to keep, always, at this size. The world was dangerous for him like this.

He almost didn’t want to accept that someone else might be going through the same thing.

“Your brother,” he echoed, in a cautious voice. From looking at the guy, he was still pretty young, but hadn’t been a kid in a while. Years. If this wild hunch was correct, someone had been shrunk down to Jacob’s size years ago, and hadn’t been found like Jacob had. The thought made him go pale.

“Uh. Maybe. I’m not sure how I’d… okay,” he stammered, rubbing self consciously at his neck. The thought of dealing with all of this alone, for so long, broke any chance of focusing. “I– I guess it kinda makes sense. Sure. If I can find him, I’ll … help.”

The Road to Nowhere reveal

enby-phoenix asked:

THERE’S BOTH??

(In response to this post)

There’s BOTH! The season finale for Brothers Lost will be a RIDE!

And this isn’t even like, half of what’s going on in the story


Dean forced open the pocket, snaking two fingers in to pry out the people in there. His plan went awry when a bolt of pain struck. “OW!”

Snatching his hand back, Dean stared at the thin trail of blood leaking from a cut that hadn’t been there moments before. “Son of a…”

“Dean!” Sam snapped. “It’s just a cut.”

Nodding, Dean went back, this time moving too fast for an attack, and yanking the occupants of Jacob’s pocket out.

In a sprawl of arms and legs, the small pair that had been hiding inside landed on Dean’s palm. A glint of metal flashed, and Dean pinned the tiny knife between two fingers, aiming to avoid anymore retaliatory strikes at his fingers.

The guy that wielded the knife didn’t let it go without a fight. Squirming to free himself from the pile with the second, he clung to the hilt with a death-grip.

“Get fucked!” he shouted, digging his heels into the cushion of skin on Dean’s palm.

Dean stared.

The guy hanging onto the knife might as well be his doppelganger.

Jeans, boots, leather jacket and duffel bag, the guy couldn’t be more than four inches in height. Taller than both of the others they’d found earlier, what stood out the most was his spike of blond hair and the scowl on his face that was a mirror of Dean’s own.

The tiny mirror of Dean had such a strong grip on the knife hilt that he was dragged into the air when Dean tried to twist it away from him. The second person, who Dean shouldn’t have been so surprised to see the fluffy dark hair and familiar hazel eyes of his younger brother on, dove for the first guy’s legs, grabbing on and trying to lend weight to the tug-of-war between the two.

Sam’s voice broke the spell that had fallen over Dean.

“What. The hell.”

Brothers Lost Sneak Peek

enby-phoenix asked:

Huh. So in The Road to Nowhere, there are regular sized Winchesters? Even though they’re small for the rest of Brothers Lost?

Regular-sized Winchesters? Where?! I must have missed them!

I only see smol Winchesters over here…


Dean burst into the motel room.

“Jacob!” he shouted, searching for the teenager. “We’ve got a problem!”

The sharp concern in the small voice drew Jacob’s attention more than the words did. From across the room, even a shout from one of the smaller folk could be lost in the open air until their words melted together. The tone was more than enough for him to forget the salt line in progress by the window as he whirled around.

After so many months hunting with the downsized Winchester brothers, he was familiar with the routine. From setting up their room under the nightstand shelf (he’d had to clear out some cobwebs this time) to lining all entrances with salt, the room was ready to be a hunter’s home base. Including hunters that would fit in his pockets; Jacob had tried since he met them to remember their size and accommodate it.

That worry in Dean’s voice set off all the alarm bells he needed to switch gears. He didn’t have quite the same version of “hunter mode” as the brothers did, with their years of teamwork and training, but he was getting there. The salt was abandoned as he scanned the floor before taking the brisk steps over to where Dean was running.

He wouldn’t be running out to the middle of the floor like that if it wasn’t an emergency. Even with all the trust Jacob had worked to earn, that wasn’t safe.

Anticipating Dean’s plan, he knelt down and held out a hand with his fingers acting as an easy ramp to his palm. “What happened?” His voice was serious as he glanced at the opening Dean had all but jumped out of. Jacob could barely see it, but it was a doorway into the walls of the motel. Twisting black corridors filled with dust and dangers that the brothers knew well.

Things were off if Sam and Dean didn’t emerge together. “This the only entrance?”

Dean didn’t pause in his run until he’d dashed straight onto Jacob’s hand, motioning for the teenager to lift it off the ground.

Not bothering to hide how winded he was after the run through the walls, Dean surveyed the room from his high perch. “Didn’t see any others,” he said in a rush. “Sam won’t know another, and he’s got a rat on his tail. He’ll need backup.”