July 13th excerpt:

“My back’s hurting, but that’s the same as always,” Sam dismissed. “My legs are what really hurts– we ran all day!”

“I can imagine,” John winced at the memory of jogging for exercise when he was younger and how sore that used to make him. After running for their lives, soreness was the least of these kids’ worries. “That should go away just fine with some stretching and drinking plenty of water.”

One thing did stand out to John and made his brow pinch in concern. “How long has your back been hurting you?” he asked gently, worried Sam might have some sort of condition or injury.

Random idea I can’t stop thinking about: Sherlock is working with his microscope when Dean falls/gets knocked off the table. Sherlock manages to catch and put him back on the table, with out ever looking up from his work. Sherlock explains the complexities of how he managed to catch Dean, and continues working. This idea just popped into my head.

If there’s anyone that can give Dean a run for his money in lectures, it would be Sherlock! His smol needs to be more careful while he’s on the table, that’s high up!

Brothers Consulted Beginnings

(A collection of pre-series short stories from the Brothers Consulted series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @borrowedtimeandspace

Sam and Dean, attacked and cursed by a witch at the tender ages of 10 and 14, did their best. They escaped, they got away from her clutches. But the first people they go to for help don’t turn out to be on their side, and they find themselves living in London, trying their best to get by under four inches in height.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Moira Wainscot

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The Study of the Four

(Story 1 of the Brothers Consulted series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @borrowedtimeandspace

Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business

Over a decade ago, a serious of unfortunate events led to the Winchesters, at only a few inches in height, being forcibly relocated to London. Now, they’ve adjusted to their size and found a new home to live in that just happens to be the same residence of a certain detective and his blogger…

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade

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Artwork by @lamthetwickster!

June 6th excerpt:

Only one thing left to do, and that was move the boys. Here John was especially attentive, eyes locked on Sam and Dean to see if he was jostling them. He slowly nudged them across the surface of the desk and into the palm of his hand. Then he cupped his free hand under them and walked as smoothly as humanly possible. He didn’t dare wake them.

May 15th excerpt:

With his offered food carefully held in his palm, John entered his room once again. His steps were slow and smooth as he continued to heed Dean’s request. He resolutely kept to that pace when he transferred the fragment of paper plate to a relatively flat part of the handkerchief near Dean.

“Anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” said John once the food was in place, backing away from the desk to finally remove his coat. In all the excitement, he hadn’t taken the time until now.

May 14th excerpt:

To hide his nerves at being so close to a human again, so soon after their grand escape from the others, Dean busied himself making sure Sam was settled, tossing part of the handkerchief over the scrawny kid’s body to keep him from catching a chill in the air. Ever since their curse had struck, those months back, Dean had discovered that the air was colder, and they had trouble staying warm.

Being shipped to London in the fall hadn’t helped, though he’d underestimated the weather earlier that day. They’d assumed they’d have time to find their way to somewhere sheltered by nightfall, and boy were they wrong.

“What now?” Dean asked.

April 15th except:

John stood and approached the desk again, reaching his free hand in the brothers’ direction.

Dean didn’t have time to think through his actions; he just reacted.

The second John’s hand reached towards the two children, Dean tossed himself over Sam, shielding his little brother with his own body. All of a few ounces and three and a half inches large, Dean wasn’t the best protection, but it was all he had to offer his little brother and he’d be dammed if he just let anyone pick up the kid without trying to stop them.