It would work good if he manages to hit weak spots, like eyes. He’s got good enough aim where he could turn it to their advantage. Sam blinding the enemy and Dean taking them down.
Depending on who they’re using this against, they could find a lot of metal scrap for Sam to shoot. XD Painful.
I actually had to go digging around for these notes from about a year ago XD I have put thought into this several times before.
((Don’t worry! Castiel is still in Brothers Apart and will run into the brothers soon, so none of this is saying she replaces him!))
Directly from notes:
Of the fairy realms, there are three:
Aeternum of the gods,
Avalon of the Seelie,
Pandemonium of the Unseelie.
Avalon, for the fae, is their realm of heaven. Here dwells the Summer Court and the good fairies. Beware making deals even with the good fairies, they will ensnare the unwary in their webs and bring them to their home to service the king.
Aeternum of the gods is the purgatory of the fae. The guardian sprites live within, closer to the human realm than the others. They will attend a summons for help, keeping the balance of nature as commanded by their creators.
Pandemonium is where the Unseelie live and where the Winter Court dwells. The fairy version of hell and where their devil reigns. The fae that live within are wicked and quick to anger, often declared outright evil, though much like demons there are shades of grey within this truth.
(All of this is true in the Brothers Apart verses, not necessarily the Supernatural show. I took their lore and expanded it)
All this being said, the elemental sprites are some of the strongest of the fae, and because of that they were sequestered to the purgatory of their people, where the world remains unchanging and they can tend to their separate elements and bind any dangers to the other realms to guard over. The Midas amulet being only one of those dangers.
They are close to the leviathans, but without the innate evil and desire to consume the world.
Most aeternum sprites chose to ignore the rest of the worlds and keep to themselves until summoned by their gods to attend to their given tasks.
Nixie is an exception, but thankfully not the only one. We’ll have another sprite like her showing up in the BA verse to help make atonement for what the fire sprites have wrought.
Aww, I’m so touched to hear you love my writing so much! ❤
Art by @lamthetwickster
I’m sure living with Dean has its ups and downs for Jacob, so he’s not constantly terrified of what Dean’s about to do. Just… most of the time?? ^^; Poor kid could use a long vacation back with Sammy.
We’re not sure when it’ll start but we’ve gotten a great reception with these excerpts so we’ll be sure to bump it up in the editing order to prepare it for the poll!
Dean could use a good scolding. We all know that Jacob is but a teddy!
Jacob deals with things in his own way. He aims to be chill most of the time, so even when he is freaking out, it can be hard to actually tell. Especially when he’s already so smol and Dean’s just kind of a hurricane that goes when he gets the idea to go somewhere.
So so many things would be cleared up if Jacob wasn’t afraid to just talk things out. ;w;
XD At the very least, they all know deep inside which Sam or Dean or Oscar or Jacob or Bowman is theirs, so they can keep track of their own AU family. Otherwise it’s pandemonium, everything and anything goes!
So glad you’re enjoying it! More will come soon, we promise! We continue our way through the other stories already released to work up to the present day.
Oscar is unanimously adopted by everyone. And he doesn’t mind that one bit. He’s so shy around new people, but he appreciates that they all look out for him and make sure they won’t cause him trouble while he’s exploring.
It sounds like a great idea! Though the brothers don’t often put time aside for personal projects, I can see this being a weekend thing if either of them needs to take a break and recuperate from a hunting injury. They could even make some for the field burrow, supplies are always welcome there. And the littles living there are always up for a trade, especially with some of the stuff they craft themselves.
Sam jamming the air guitar with Dean drumming on the steering wheel! Triumphant brothers having a good time.
Dean actually does pretty good when he first encounters smols, so it would have gone worse than it did, but not as bad as it could. As seen in Walt’s and Jacob’s first encounters with Dean in various AUs, he’s likely to grab, disarm and then trap, likely in a vase (while Jacob would grab a coffee pot), but he’s also very methodical. He won’t hurt Sam purposely, and will keep him trapped while he figures things out. Chances are, the brothers will figure each other out long before Dean calls Bobby up for advice, and if they didn’t, Bobby would scold Dean and tell him to let the little guy go.
Idjit.
Size be damned
Sorry it looks weird, I’m giving just the picture of dean to someone so I cut out sam’s family. Also sry it’s only half realistic, I was kinda just rushing to get it done😅
Timeline: Sam is 12; Dean is 16. Two years after Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines
Dean eyed up the clouds overhead, but was unable to keep his attention on the growing darkness.
He was laying on his back out in the field past Bobby’s house, absently fiddling with some tools he’d taken from his dad’s supply before the oldest of the Winchesters had taken off. It was a good distraction, taking apart the various spare parts Bobby kept around his junkyard, and a good way to avoid homework.
Sam wasn’t far from the sixteen-year-old, busy exploring the ground around his older brother to see what was there. Dean kept a sharp ear out for the kid, always alert for any dangers that might lurk near them.
Sam was, after all, only just barely three inches tall, having hit a brief growth spurt over the summer. It pained Dean to know that if not for the curse, Sam might tower over even him one day. The kid showed no sign of slowing down yet.
A cool breeze rustled over the grass, and Dean turned his head to watch Sam, distracted from his attempts to pry open the rusty machinery.
Sam turned slightly at Dean’s shift, despite the fact that Dean was convinced he’d done it silently. More and more, Sam was growing almost impossible to sneak up on. He always seemed to know when Dean, Bobby or John were around, even if Dean took care to slow his breathing. Good instincts to have at Sam’s size, but also a problem for Dean when he was trying to catch his brother off guard.
This wasn’t one of those times. Dean gave Sam a half wave from where he was stretched out on the ground, his body flattened and still much higher than Sam was tall.
Sam grinned broadly when he spotted Dean’s movement, waving back at his older brother. Despite the fact that the kid was only a foot away from where Dean was laying, it seemed much farther for the twelve year old. Distances became extreme at his size, and he always had his knife on hand for any unexpected surprises, like an opportunistic bug or spider lurking in the shade provided by the tall green stalks of grass. He also had a cloth satchel slung over his shoulder, full of items he’d collected over the last week of staying at Bobby’s, and a safety pin thread combo that served as a climbing implement, given to him by his good friend Oscar, a young boy they’d met a few years back in a dead end motel. Sam hoped to see him again in the future, but with their drifter lifestyle with John Winchester, there were no certainties. Sam couldn’t even recall the name of the motel from those days, only the refreshing feeling of knowing someone his own size.
Dean might not be his size, but the brothers remained as close as they’d ever been.
Sam was in the middle of contemplating an attempt to climb up an especially thick blade of grass when it happened.
Something wet and cool hit his head, completely soaking his fluffy hair and making him sputter in indignation as he tried to wipe his eyes clear.
Dean snorted with laughter, his deeper voice easily heard despite the water clogging Sam’s ears. “Smooth move, pint-size. You’re lookin’ all washed up.”
Sam glared at Dean through the sheen of water dotting his face, but tilted his head up at the sky above. The cloudy day had turned dark while he was distracted, and now the heavens were opening up.
Another drop hit Sam square in the face, and he lost balance, tumbling backwards onto his butt. Dean still sniggered, but this time actually sat up, brushing a few stray drops of rain from his spiky hair. At his scale, the rain was cool and refreshing. At Sam’s, the rain was heavy and clung to him after it struck, leaving him sodden and bedraggled. If he was on his own in the field, he’d need to seek shelter fast. Flash floods were very much in danger of sweeping him away.
The ground around Sam darkened more, and he looked up to see Dean’s hand suspended above him to ward off the raindrops. Dean might tease, but he never slacked off if Sam needed help. His other hand flattened on the ground close by, offering Sam a ride.
Sam accepted without any complaints, still trying to brush the water from his hair.
“I think we’ll have to wait for a better day to go outside,” Dean commented, laughter lurking at the edge of his voice as he lifted Sam up and tucked his two hands close to his chest. “Otherwise you might be floating down the stream soon.”
While the rain grew harder and more insistent, Dean started to make his way to the old house waiting for them, wondering if there would be food waiting.
Prompted by @tiny-sam-is-my-jam and @unicornzombieapoclypse!
Brothers Apart 