January 12th excerpt:
John stiffened when Dean started climbing on him. That was a new one, and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment while Dean ran across his thigh, seemingly intent on getting up on his own.
Tag: tiny dean
January 10th excerpt:
Sherlock leaned in as Dean moved away, shifting to his knees and propping a hand on the dirty floor for stability. He was trying to emulate Dean’s line of sight as closely as he could, and puzzle out just what his small companion thought he saw down there.
A small amount of odd discoloration in the dirt along the wall had just caught his eye as Dean looked over his shoulder in annoyance. “Do you have to hover?” he griped up at Sherlock, jerking his head at his shadowed path.
Sherlock’s brow furrowed, looking more than a little offended by the complaint. While he could see he was casting a shadow over Dean, the detective gave a small huff as he pushed himself to his feet. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he side-stepped out of the way of the light, letting it wash over Dean and his goal, and leaned a shoulder against the nearby wall. He gave a flat look and a shrug, as if to say That enough space for you?
January 8th excerpt:
“As far as I’m concerned, I’m the normal one in the car. It’s you two that are the giants. And I think I’m adorable.”
Stan had to laugh at that, light and friendly. He wasn’t ridiculing Dean’s perspective, but basking in the relaxed banter going on between them. Once he was assured Dean did exist, his next concern was how he would be to work with. He imagined someone so small would find human beings monstrously large.
Despite being outright called a giant by Dean, Stan didn’t feel like a monster at all.
January 5th excerpt:
“Dean! ” Sherlock called, cutting off John’s comment as he took long strides toward the kitchen. It was the most likely place they’d find the tiny man. Sherlock had no doubt the Winchesters’ food supply had been greatly depleted that night and would need to be refilled.
Biting back a cringe at the volume of Sherlock’s voice, John heaved a weary sigh as he followed his flatmate.
The silence in the kitchen shattered, Dean burst out from behind the glassware on the countertop, looking more frazzled than normal. His duffel was discernibly thicker than before, and a biscuit hung out of his other arm. Clearly, he had been busy in the time since they’d seen him last.
“What?! ” Dean hissed. “And, what the hell?! How do you possibly always know where I am? It’s ruining my mystique!”
It really depends on the circumstances and how Dean reacts; if he can’t see anything because it’s dark, and he hears Sam’s voice (no matter how loud and how distorted), he’s not going to strike out with gun or knife until he knows where Sam is and what’s going on. If it’s light out and Sam catches him off guard, he might get a cut on a finger from Dean lashing out instinctively.
Much figuring things out would happen afterwards, along with really big, hurt eyes from Sam if he got stabbed. oAo
Oh dear, poor Sam! And Dean’s a little small to be able to manage a nice style like they’d get at the hairdressers, so Sam’s hair will look a little choppy, and Dean never did manage to get it to spike up in the front.
(Still better than Dean putting Nair in the shampoo)
I think there’s no way Dean would get away with it, once Sam woke up and found out what Dean did, he’d get himself pocketed for the rest of that day.
Dean and his big little brother X3 from the cursed dean prompt by nightmares06. Does anyone know where I can find some more tiny dean and big Sam??? They are the cutestXD
Thank you so much!
Dean might try to run off at first, much like Sam, but once he’s over the initial startling first impression of everything around him becoming giant, he will do his best to hide his nerves for Sam’s sake. His little brother will be fret for Dean, considering he was out cold for a week, and now he just tried to run from Sam.
As for how they’d handle it afterwards, Dean is still the older brother, and still in charge of Sam, but Sam’s going to have to learn how to defend them both. Dean will help him learn how to care for his own gun, going so far as to help Sam clean the gun. Sam’s not sure how much Dean helps, since he has to make sure to steer clear of his older brother’s tiny body, but it certainly seems to cheer him up.
Honestly, they’ll bicker just as much since Dean’s a bossy little smol, but Sam will hate if he ever accidentally startles his older brother, or god forbid, scares him.
December 23rd excerpt:
John reached toward Dean and tapped the counter with his knuckle, just outside of reach of the smaller man’s reach.
Contrary to John’s hopes, the light rap against the countertop did not yield the desired results. After living over a decade in the walls, Dean was used to the feeling of vibrations or booming voices in his sleep, though normally sound was more muffled.
Dean shifted in place, rolling on his side with a brief “Quit it, Sammy,” thrown over his shoulder before settling back down.
December 17th excerpt:
John couldn’t help but marvel at the amount of detail he was able to see through the small lens, if slightly distorted. The individual spikes of Dean’s hair which swayed as though in time with a breeze; it didn’t take John long to realize that the breeze was his breath, and he made a conscious effort to lessen the gust. Freckles across Dean’s cheeks and stubble on his chin, the tiniest things that John wouldn’t be able to make out ordinarily. Bloodstains on his black shirt, and… John squinted and looked closer, a little thrown by the sight of a necklace resting against Dean’s chest. Even with the magnifier, all he could really make out was an outline of a leather cord and a metallic gleam from a pendant.
“What is that? ” Sherlock piped up, leaning in close again.
Brothers Apart 