There’s No Place Like Home

(Story 3 of the Brothers Lost series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite

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…

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Mariana Andris, Bobby Loran

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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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What will be the next stories up for vote?

During the last poll, the other choices we had were The Ties That Bind (posting currently), There’s No Place Like Home and Dean of Nowhere.

BA will not be in the next poll due to other plans for it.

The only stories we can guarantee is There’s No Place Like Home and Dean of Nowhere. We’ll be working on editing a few other stories before the horror story finishes (and if nightmares manages to pull herself out of this stupor), so we’ll be adding more to that!

Sneak Peek

Last but not least and never forgotten, There’s No Place Like Home!


Idly stretched out along the margins of their dad’s journal, Dean slid his whetstone along his knife, admiring the silver gleam that caught the light while Sam frowned down at a passage in John Winchester’s heavy-handed scrawl.

They’d spent most of the morning and the beginning of the afternoon like that. Dean got his exercise when Sam needed to turn the page, and Sam persisted in trying to kick him out of the way instead of letting him get up on his own.

They always found their own balance.

Both of their bags were left off to the side, next to the journal. Once he was done checking over his own knife, Dean was planning on going over Sam’s just as assiduously. They needed to keep the only weapons they owned in tip-top shape. They couldn’t risk the precious knives for anything. Any other weapon their size wouldn’t come close to the craftsmanship or quality. Dean would be damned if he let Sam’s weapon fall out of repair, the best defense his little brother had against the too-big world.

“Y’know, I was thinking,” Dean said aloud, breaking their easy silence.

Sam arched his eyebrows in Dean’s direction. “Thinking? You do that?”

“Smartass.” Dean stared up at the ceiling high above. He had one leg casually kicked up on a knee, and was lying flat on his back. “But anyway, I was thinking we might want to see if we can get Jacob some more practice on the guns. He could use it.”

Sam shrugged, walking past Dean. He whapped Dean’s boot with a hand as he passed, making Dean briefly flail when his balance was lost. “We’ve got some time while we’re in town if there’s any gun ranges around. I doubt his parents or the neighbors will appreciate it if he starts taking potshots at cans in the backyard like at Bobby’s.”

Dean sat up. “We’ll just have to–”

Sam never found out what he was going to say.

The sound of footsteps trudging up the stairs made it through the walls. Dean twisted to look towards the door, only faint concern on his face. It was early for Jacob to be back, but the cadence and floor-shaking impression they could feel was nothing like how Mike and Mariana walked around the home.

Sam turned as well, but a shock ran up his back. The world almost dropped away as the door was tossed carelessly open, slamming against the wall and nearly jarring them from their feet.

The figure wasn’t as tall as the human they’d grown used to seeing over the last few months. He was thinner, too, not nearly as muscled. His head was topped with pale blond hair and his eyes were blue like ice. Aside from the arrogant demeanor of someone that clearly thought he owned whatever ground he walked on, one fact darted right through the brothers’ hearts like steel bolts.

It wasn’t Jacob.

You got it on the first try! There’s No Place Like Home for sure, but… whose home?

You know, I went to look for a gif for “there’s no place like home” and all that came up was Supernatural gifs, nothing from Wizard of Oz… hmm… we’ve taken over.

I’ve placed the list of story tags in the FAQ, and will add names to it as they’re guessed so everyone can see how many unnamed stories are waiting to be guessed!