My Sam and Dean came in the mail today!
They are 1/18 scale, along with the car, so that leaves them only a little bigger than my BA bros. They get the table to themselves, for sure.
Tag: tiny sam
June 28th excerpt:
“I’m just getting out some tools,” Sam said, keeping his even tone. “No weapons.” Withdrawing his hand into the light, he brandished the slender tweezers, made to be longer than a standard one. A fleeting thought passed through his mind, wondering if the giant could even see something so small.
The next few steps cleared the distance between Sam and the hands and he found himself wondering at the size. It was obvious why their struggles had meant nothing. Sam was one of the tallest people he knew, but he was shorter than some of the fingers that stretched out before him. Minute twitches he would never see on his own hand were as clear as day, and Sam could swear he saw the skin moving an infinitesimal amount that could only be caused by a powerful pulse.
Then, he took that fateful first step. One step, and Sam was completely at the mercy of the giant by choice. The pulse throbbed under him and a twitch in the thick skin threatened to toss him off, but he endured. If Dean saw Sam sprawl like that, he could overreact and then they’d be back at square one.
“This is going to hurt,” Sam warned as he knelt by the first puncture wound. “There’s not much I could do to stop that.”
Rumsfeld certainly had a time seeking out Sam and Dean while they were busy hiding in the walls… Dean finally had to give in and give him scritches in the end.
From The Road Not Taken.
Artwork by the wonderful @homeiswheretheheartsare!
He would feel hurt, but he understands. He would take his leave and find his way back to Dean. There’s no use imposing himself on people who might have good reason to avoid humans, and he wouldn’t want to risk them lashing out at him.
Sam can hang out on a shoulder and chill if he wants. Anyone who says different will have Dean to deal with. Do not mess!
Sam and Dean pictured here are the stars of Brothers Apart, and always ready to go.
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Sam is not small in all of my stories, but he is small in all the Brothers Apart stories. Lucky for him, this is not Brothers Apart, and he is not small!
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June 8th excerpt:
To no one’s surprise, Dean walked onto Jacob’s hand first, his cocky, bow-legged saunter apparent to all as he crossed over Jacob’s wrist. There was something that was always so strange to see in a guy smaller than a finger being so confident around a giant like Jacob.
Before he joined Dean, Sam was sure to gather up his bag again, holding his cup cautiously so the beer didn’t splash over the rim. He’d never hear the end of that one from Dean. A travesty. That was what Dean would call it if any of the precious amber liquid was lost.
XD Oh lord. The Deans would be so suspicious of each other at first. Why does that Dean get to be tall? That’s not fair! And tall Dean would probably be curiously nudging at the little version of himself, making BL Dean puff up indignantly and try and brush him off and just not get anywhere because seriously BA Dean why are you so tall.
BL Sam would be so curious and asking him a million questions while BA Sam is following BL Dean around. Big Dean would end up with his shoulders full because clearly tonight is now a movie night and he must give in to what all the little guys want to do.
Mush.
June 5th excerpt:
The distant sound of breathing came to Sam, heavy enough for a human, but there was no sense that they were up. “We’re clear,” he said quietly. “But the room ain’t. Someone’s in there.”
Dean nodded. “Just like old times, right?”
Sam grinned back. “It’s been a while since we raided a room like this.”
June 4th excerpt:
“Okay,” Jacob spoke softly, already adopting a mindset towards being as quiet as he could. “What should the plan be once they point out the right trailer?” he asked, glancing in the mirror to meet Sam’s gaze before looking down at his pocket. He brushed his fingertips just barely over the small form slumped within. “Got a plan?”
Lulled to a half-sleep inside the pocket interior, Dean gave a slight jolt when huge fingers brushed against his side. The voice rumbled overhead, reminding him where he was just then. Not at home, safely hidden away in the walls. Their friend was lost and in trouble, and they needed to find him.
With wobbly knees, Dean stood with one hand against each side of the pocket to stay standing. The thick threads made it easy to hang on and hold himself up, and he shoved the pocket flap out of his way to see where they were.
Brothers Apart 