January 12th excerpt:
“Dean! ” Sam hissed from his station next to the hook. “He’s back!”
Dean’s blood chilled as he turned around. The sound of immense feet scuffing against the ground outside sent daggers of fear up his back. Shoes big enough to crush Dean and Sam from existence at the same time without their owner even noticing crunched against gravel and crumbling asphalt.
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Every Little Move by GT-Kathryn
Salads and Sulfur by PL1 || @neonthewrite
The Other Brother by Firenze11
Gulliver’s Curse by heroofthe13thday
Midsummer Nightmare by kimstaticchild || @bittykimmy
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Oscar scrambled for a grip on the hood, his pale knuckles turning white he held on so hard. “B-but s-school is full of humans!” he stuttered out, his voice barely more than a frightened squeak. He couldn’t fathom how Sam tolerated being around that many bigger folk all gathered in one space.
I don’t think Oscar agrees with Sam about this being a good idea…
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(Commissioned artwork by QuackGhost on Deviantart)
Here we have some artwork of what Bowman might be doing right now if not for a certain pair of hunters and their decision to cart him out of the forest. Bowman loves flying, like he told Sam, and if the sun never set, it’d be hard to get him to land!
Dean, how can you possibly suspect this face? He is innocence. ~@nightmares06
In celebration of reaching ten stories for Brothers Apart, this story is a special edition. It brings in a new set of characters that I’m very excited for everyone to welcome into the BA universe!
A Lich of Sense arrives officially on December 11th.
Over the last hour, Dean’s movements had become more sluggish, his snark slowing down compared to normal. Sam could feel a pang of fear whenever he caught sight of Dean’s arm. His brother had tied a tourniquet to slow the bleeding while they were walking, but the red stain had continued to spread.
Dean was weakening, and there was nothing he could do.
“Dean, how–” Sam’s query was cut short when the massive hunter suddenly dropped down, going to a sit with his legs crossed. He leaned back against a tree, closing his eyes to the silence of the forest.
It took Sam a few moments to recover, shoulders slightly shaking from the terror of the ground dropping out from under him. It gave the effect of being trapped in free-fall, with no seatbelt to secure him in place. Dean had never done anything like that without warning, or making sure Sam was secure.
“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked worriedly once he caught his breath again. The huge hunter was paler than normal, his lips a brighter pink against the whitened skin.
A green eye cracked open, searching out Sam. “Yeah, Sammy. I’ll be okay. Just… gotta rest for a bit…”
Worry spiked in Sam even more. It wasn’t like Dean to just rest like this… not on a case… and with his injury beyond Sam’s ability to handle, Sam couldn’t risk Dean dropping off into a deep sleep. Most of the time, Dean was an extraordinarily light sleeper, waking at the smallest noises around him (like Sam, arguing with his father by Dean’s laptop that first time they’d met up again), but other times nothing could budge him, come hell or high water.
Standing precariously on his perch, Sam shoved roughly against Dean’s cheek. It was clammy to the touch, ratcheting Sam’s worry up another notch. “C’mon, Godzilla. No falling asleep. You have townspeople to terrify.”
This elicited a grumble from the hunter, but nothing more. Thankful that Dean was still responsive, Sam started to climb down the long sleeve to where Dean’s hands were folded on his lap.
He had an idea.
In case you were wondering what little Oscar looks like, wonder no more! The amazing Heartstores has drawn him. This is how Oscar looks as an adult. As you might be able to tell, he’s still not a very tall borrower at all! Living in the motel means sparse findings sometimes, and his lack of a consistently good diet has left him malnourished and stunted his growth. Hopefully Sam and Dean can help kid!Oz out with that in Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines!
Oscar © @neonthewrite
BA Canon: Chances point to yes
Timeline: Future Story
“C’mon Dean,” Sam gritted out, determined. “You need to wake up.” Giving up on the easy way, Sam kicked the cheek he was standing next to. A few more kicks to the cheek and one directed at the nose and he heard a rumbling from Dean as his brother finally started to wake up.
The next part happened too fast for Sam to react.
He’d always known Dean’s reflexes were sharp – after all, Dean had been able to catch Sam without even seeing him the first time they’d met back up not so long ago. A lifetime of hunting dangerous creatures does that to a person.
But he had no idea they were just as sharp asleep.
The second Dean’s eyes slotted open, he moved. The hand that came for Sam was lightning quick, to fast and too big for him to dodge out of the way in time. He had no choice but to curl up into a ball as he was helplessly scooped up off the bed by Dean’s thick fingers. He pulled his arms and legs in as close as he could to his body so they wouldn’t get snapped when the fingers closed tightly around him.
The huge silver ring his brother wore dug uncomfortably into his shoulder the way he was held. Sam tried his best to not squirm, afraid the movement might make Dean tighten the fist around him even more before he was fully awake and found out it was Sam he was holding. He was strong enough to crush Sam by accident if he wasn’t careful.
The whole world flipped around Sam as Dean moved, disorienting him and making his headache beat out a staccato tempo inside his skull. Sam groaned, trying to move enough to free his arm so he could rub his head and hopefully take away some of the pressure. No matter what he did, both his arms remained pinned to his side, held there by Dean’s solid grip. He could feel the hand moving, raising higher into the air as Sam’s stomach clenched with vertigo, unable to see where he was going. You would think he’d be used to this after spending the last few months with Dean, but no. Still nauseating, especially since he couldn’t see where he was being lifted to.
“Sammy?” His brother’s voice, groggy from sleep, filled the air around Sam. “Isat’chu?”
The tight grip around him loosened as Dean finally realized what he had clenched in his fist. Relieved, Sam relaxed from his huddled ball of limbs as the slightly sweaty palm under him tilted, rolling him onto his back so he was facing Dean’s worried face, bare inches away.
“Sam? What the hell are you doing? Are you alright?” A huge finger approached from the side, gently propping Sam up.
Sam rubbed his head, trying to focus his thoughts back from being discombobulated and scrambled. He wrapped an arm around the finger, using it to keep his balance while his head was still spinning.
Noticing this, Dean leaned even closer. “Shit Sam, did I hurt you?”
Sam waved Dean away, unable to meet the magnified worry in the green eyes he was suspended in front of. “I’m fine, just a little shaken.” He rubbed his head again. “Wasn’t really expecting to go for a ride just trying to wake you up.”
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Wonderful artwork commissioned from @homeiswheretheheartsare || Caycowa
I figured I’d put down what I’ve had in mind… so here’s your sequel!
BA Canon: No || AU
Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water
( Part 1 of 4 )
How long had it been?
Dean paced back and forth impatiently, desperate for the son of a bitch to show their face. The cracked earth beneath his boots formed the intersection of two roads off in the countryside.
How long?
How long since Sam had disappeared? How long since Dean had glanced away for one second and lost sight of his brother forever?
He’d failed.
Failure.
The one person in his life he’d never wanted to let down. The one person he’d do anything for.
The person he’d failed when they were kids. The person he’d failed again when they reunited.
You’re a fucking failure. He deserved better and he always did.
The insidious voice whispered in Dean’s mind constantly. Every day he sat at that same table, praying his brother would reappear. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Considering that Bobby had chased him out of the house, it had to have been a long time.
There’s nothing you can do for him now. He’s gone and you need to accept that.
Had it been a year?
How long would Bobby let Dean stay in his house? The days had blended together. All he did was read, and research, and delve into lore he’d never known existed.
Anything to get his brother back.
Tears pricked at Dean’s eyes as he paced angrily across the crossroads.
“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, sugar.”
Pizza and Hexbags is definitely one of my favorite shorts, but I can’t lay claim to the wonderful storyline or bitty Oscar. (Oz is just the cutest) They belong to my good friend @neonthewrite.
If you want to see more of him (or any of her other wonderful OCs like Bowman, Jacob, Colfax to name a few…), I’d recommend sending her a prompt, because right now she has them open! She is also running a poll on her deviantart page to see what people want her to write next, so if you are interested in another story featuring bitty Oz, make sure to vote for the ittiest cutie! I know I did :3
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