It’s going to be part of one of the AU’s we already have under construction. This was actually a story we came up with not long after we finished writing A Lich of Sense, and right around when we realized there was no reason to stop writing stories together.

  • Dean is big, so it’s not a part of Brothers Lost.
  • Brothers Asunder hasn’t started yet, so it’s not a part of that series.
  • Jacob is not (yet?) a part of Brothers Together. (Though he and Oscar would be so adorable. The tallest guy with the smolest smol)

Which AU it’s in will remain a secret, but it is actually the third story in that AU! And, it’s the longest, angstiest, most terrifying story we’ve ever come up with. It’s also in the middle of being edited, so it’s not ready for upload.

Remember, it’s going to be up to a vote which story comes after A Lich of Sense stops posting, so even we don’t know when it’ll post!

February 10th excerpt:

Sam met Dean on the dresser, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “Licorice? ” He shuddered. “They actually make a drink that tastes like that?”

Dean glared at him. “That is a classic snack, almost as good as popcorn! It’s like… chewy pieces of heaven.”

With a grimace, Sam replied, “That’s funny. It tastes like dirt to me, so you’ve got an interesting idea of heaven.”

February 7th excerpt:

“I’m gonna be feeling that one in the morning,” Dean gasped out as he managed to finally sit up, letting his arms fall limply across his legs. He coughed, trying to clear up his throat.

That was when he finally realized that he was sitting in a hand, and a familiar one at that. He twisted around, staring straight up at the human that was looking at them both. He gave Jacob a wry grin. “Guess we coulda used Godzilla with us this time,” Dean tried to joke.

February 5th excerpt:

Dean slipped in first, his hand on the hilt of his knife for security. Sam followed quickly after, letting the wallpaper fall back down as though the passageway didn’t exist.

Jacob stared at the spot they’d disappeared for several seconds. He could just barely make out where the wallpaper pulled away to admit them into the wall. And that was only because he’d just seen it happen moments ago.

February 3rd excerpt:

Sam charged, and this time Dean used his own smaller size to his advantage. Being the eldest, it smarted to have ended up the smaller of the two brothers, but it also meant he could dodge a lot faster than his bulky brother.

Dean dodged to the side, letting Sam blow past him. He lashed out with a foot, catching Sam’s arm with his hand and sending him to the ground. The end result was Dean holding Sam pinned to the ground, smirking at the annoyed hazel eyes below.

January 31st excerpt:

Sam gave a grunt as he pushed at the very edge of the massive door to maximize the torque, inordinately glad that the hinge wasn’t rusted at all. Dean dragged the whiskey behind himself, just as glad that he had extra strength at his disposal.

January 29th excerpt: 

Sam saw the look on Dean’s face and put his eggs down. “I’ll be fine,” he said quietly. “Do what you’ve gotta do.”

Dean swallowed and stepped onto the hand at last. “Okay.” He hadn’t thought it would be so hard to leave, but for so long, they’d been all each other had. Someone to watch out for, and to watch his back in return, and now he’d be on his own with a human. Only a few hundred feet from Sam at any time, but still too far to get back on time without help if something went wrong.

January 27th excerpt:

“We lived on the road,” Sam said, his ears still slightly red. Hopefully the two humans were too big to notice. “Dad took us from case to case after our mother was killed. Vengeful spirits, poltergeists, werewolves…” He trailed off.

“Witches,” Dean finished, remembering their last fateful case. “And cursed objects. People write strange deaths and disappearances off but there’s always a reason for them. People don’t just die and fade away.”

“Other people just stop looking,” Sam said sadly, picking up the train of thought. Dean wasn’t the only one that wished he could keep others from going through the same hell as they had.

January 26th excerpt:

Dean was exasperated, still rambling about the dog. “He’s the size of a freakin’ house! At least when Sam brought home a mouse, it couldn’t try and eat me!”

Sam snorted at him, rolling his eyes. “Dean. He’s not going to do anything.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Dean said, one hand clutching the fabric behind them, “and I’ll be up high. Where it’s safer.”

January 25th excerpt:

With a careful finger, Bobby nudged Dean in the side to check if he was hiding any injuries the way John was prone to do. Dean had always tried to be more like his father, no matter how different they were in reality. Sam wouldn’t get away with hiding any injuries at all with his older brother around, so at least he could rest easy on that front.

Dean tried to bat the hand away. “Watch it! You’ll ruin the leather!” he complained.