Right? This nestling is far too thin and small for his age. That’s a problem. Who is in charge of the food around here, because this kid needs an extra serving.
Oscar would not argue about that at all.
Tag: the lounge
I don’t suppose there’s any room in the lounge for an itty bitty Dragon Dean? Jk :P They’re worlds are so different, it’s like a different chapter in another book.
Aww, there’s room in the lounge for everyone!
If anyone ever wants to write or draw their characters in, we welcome them! We just only write our own characters, since they’re the ones we understand the best.
So I looked it up and saw that the episode in which the brothers first meet the “trickster”/Gabriel is in season 2 episode 15, and the episode in which they meet Madison is in season 2 episode 17. I noticed that in the Bigfoots A Hoax story Sam mentioned Madison (or at least thought about her), which means they’ve already been through this episode, which meeeaaannnss they’ve already encountered the trickster. … Which mmmeeeaaannnsss that when the canon Brothers from Bigfoots A Hoax (part 1)
Which mmmeeeaaannnsss that when the canon Brothers from Bigfoots A Hoax story enter the Lounge, they will recognize Gabriel, and might react a bit aggressively…? How is the whole thing gonna sort out? (part 2… I need more room for my messages – _- lol)
Hmm, I’m not completely sure yet how characters will react to dear ole Gabe when the ones that recognize him in the Lounge arrive (such as Brothers Found getting back from the hunt where he kicked around Jacob like a punching bag, whoops). I’m sure the Trickster has a few tricks up his sleeves to keep them all under control! This is supposed to be RELAXING, dagnabbit.
I caught myself reading through all the Lounge asks and got hit by all the feels <3<3<3 (I love that AU, can't you tell?) ~Sassy
The lounge is always so much fun to revisit! We’ve got a few more cute plans ahead, don’t you worry 😉
COM – A Brothers Forgotten Special
Commission for theskylarksings on deviantart!
This one is a request to involve the Brothers Forgotten pair (from the 2017 contest) in the Lounge shenanigans! This is a strictly non canon adventure, short drabble sized. Enjoy!
Word Count: 433
Warnings: None
This time, the door didn’t come into being in its regular spot.
The room shifted, barely noticed by the many different patrons of the ever-growing Lounge. And now, it was literally growing.
When the shift finished, there was another door, this one placed further from the bar than the others, and off a sheer cliff that the nearby Dean shied away from on his way for a refill.
The door opened, and in strolled the next patron.
Dean ground to a halt, his eyes going wide.
Not for over a decade had he seen a chair his size.
Sam was in his hand, much like the many other Sams of the bar. The main difference between this Sam and the others… he was human sized.
And Dean was a giant.
“You have got to be shitting me!” came one of the voices from the tiny bar placed at around Dean’s chest height.
One of the multiple Dean’s at the bar (the original, the one that came first to the room to meet his teenage self), was standing a few feet back from the edge, his hands on his hips and a supremely annoyed look on his face.
The new entrants to the bar snapped their heads to the side in time when another voice, a much fainter voice cut through the air. The source was a barely visible speck on one of the tables.
“See how you like it, asshat!”
Dean tentatively came forward, holding his hand level with the floor so Sam could step down. He could barely believe his eyes. There was a nearly microscopic version of himself standing there, and Sam spotted a small version of himself nearby.
The regular Dean scowled. “Watch it, shortstop!” he called threateningly to the smallest Dean there. “Or it’ll be time for a pool rematch!”
Over by the arcade, the teenager’s eyes were wide, holding Sam close. “Maybe we should sit this one out,” he said faintly, unable to tear his eyes away from a giant older counterpart. The regular sized one was a handful enough.
Sam patted his thumb. “But we gotta check them out!” he insisted. “I’m normal sized over there!”
And of course there was no way for Dean to say no to his little brother when he got that yearning in his eyes. He swallowed nervously before wandering away from their safe corner, keeping a distance from the edge.
The bartender waved the new pair on. “Drinks on the house boys! We’ve got all sizes here!”
Well, thanks to this chart here made by @torchmlp, we know that Sam and Dean weight a little less than three crayons each if we compare them at 1/19th of Jacob’s size.
Jacob lifted weights in school, and has a stronger build than either brother. People have clung to buildings with their fingertips holding up their weight before, when their life depends on it, so with one finger, if Jacob can get all the regular-sized guys in the lounge to fit on one, he can likely lift all of them. Throw in the smols and Rumsfeld and Bobby, he’s still not going to have a problem.
Jacob would probably run out of room for more people before he started to feel too much strain of their weight. Then they’d have a giant who was worried about them all tumbling off the side, so the little guys had better be in pockets for this experiment. Jacob would be so amused by all these little guys trying to test out his strength.
I can almost imagine Sherlock being torn between helping to add weight and wanting to write all this down.
Brothers Apart 