( Original post )
Pfft. From what I know of those poor Winchesters, they wouldn’t be able to communicate much with Bowman … aside from blinking Morse code at him. Which he doesn’t understand. So he’d have a couple of blinking lights following him around.
He’d assume they’re fairies.
Wouldn’t soul-Dean just LOVE that.
*Sparks angrily*
My Inktober drawing for October 3rd 2017. Tiny!Dean forgot how to Dean when someone giant just up and musses his hair with their big ass finger.
This is from a future Brothers Apart AU from Nightmares06
Have a request? send me a link to a Supernatural photo and I’ll give it a shot!
( First part )
Commission for @wolfie180g!
A second part to The Dragon Sleeps Tonight was requested, for the same 1200 words and bringing in dragon Dean’s Sam along with Castiel, shenanigans ensue.
For being a great customer twice now, I tossed in a few more words, bringing this chapter up to 1600, and tried to finish the story, but wow is it hard to write an entire story in 2.4k words. I lack this skill.
The Brothers Apart Sam and Dean are @nightmares06‘s, dragon Dean belongs to @wolfie180g, and the original Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW/Erick Kripke!
Word Count: 1600
Warnings: None
“How the hell do you misplace a fifty-foot dragon?! ”
Stalking angrily through the woods, trying to not think about them being lost, it wasn’t until Sam heard a gravelly “Sam…” from behind that he realized he’d spoken his thoughts out loud.
Whirling around, a keen blue-eyed gaze met his frustrated hazels. “Dean will be fine,” Cas said steadily. “He can handle himself alone for an hour. If there was anyone suspicious in the forest, Bobby and Balth would call us.”
Sam took a deep breath. Exhaled. “Dream team, those two,” he muttered, but couldn’t hide a slight smirk. “I just… hate leaving him alone so long.”
“He won’t even know we were gone,” Cas assured, resuming his walk and pushing past Sam to take the lead. “If anyone can handle himself, it’s the full-grown dragon.”
Sam huffed, shifting the bags full of meat in his arms and following behind.
“Besides,” Cas continued, “we’ll all feel better when Dean’s been fed without alerting everyone in the forest that there’s a hungry dragon about.”
Commission for @wolfie180g!
This story was requested to be 1200 words, with the BA bros running into dragon Dean with shenanigans ensuing!
The Brothers Apart Sam and Dean are @nightmares06‘s, dragon Dean belongs to @wolfie180g, and the original Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW/Erick Kripke!
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: None
The peaceful night air rippled with a breeze, bringing with it the faint hoots of an owl. In the distance, a wolf howled as the pack closed in on an injured buck, looking for a way to feed the newborn pups. Leaves wafted in the air, then the breeze changed direction as a huge breath was sucked in.
Dean slept in the forest, his tail twitching in his sleep. The large dragon, over 50 feet of muscle, claws and horns, lay curled in a clearing, one just large enough to keep him hidden from distant viewers. Perhaps if a helicopter was to fly overhead they might spot the tan and freckled form, but the trees were tall and large with full branches to keep him camouflaged.
In his sleep, something pulled at Dean. A lack of a certain scent in the air.
The dragon’s nostrils twitched, searching for the scent of his mate. Dane lay asleep in his mind, leaving Dean alone as he blinked open large green eyes in search of Castiel.
‘Cas?’ he chirped sleepily, having grown used to the small human understanding him when he talked.
A dark figure at the edge of the clearing froze as the dragon lifted up his large head, eyes hardening as he caught the burning tang of silver in the air.
Not quite there, but no fear! Someone has guessed the story title. Now all that needs to be guessed is #eotm, which is turning out to be quite a tricksy title.
I’m going to post this, and for one reason– it’s not the right title, but you have one of the words (and not brothers) very, very close to a word that’s actually in the title.
Can’t guarantee that the brothers won’t be parted in this, either.
Do not break the pickles. Do not.
Broken Promises is certainly a promising title for the story, but it’s not the one! I can’t guarantee that no promises will be broken in this heartbreaking story.
It’s like Supernatural. Fear for the characters you see in the season finale. There is no telling what will happen to them.
You got it!
Giants might be real, but at least Bigfoot’s a Hoax!
All of these thoughts crowded Dean’s mind and he was absently shoving his phone back in his pocket when it happened.
Behind him, a massive spring responded to his presence. A steel door thicker than a wall slammed shut behind him, and Dean was surrounded by metal bars as thick as his arms.
Trapped, with a hungry giant missing in the forest. No way to reach Sam by cell, and no way to get out of the cage.
To be sure, Dean pulled on the thick bars that comprised the sides of the cage. They didn’t budge. The massive metal door of the cage could be used for warehouses, and no matter how he pushed, nothing happened. The damn thing must weigh a ton.
Dean slumped down with a frustrated sigh.
Seconds later, a sound came to him through the woods. The crashing sound of footsteps, like he’d been chasing only moments before. The leaves around him shook, and Dean knew that Jacob was coming.
And he was caught in a trap.
A trickle of sweat dripped down Dean’s neck. They only knew a little about the teenager. There was no way of knowing how Jacob would react to them after his dash from the cliff. Why had he run away? Was he afraid of what would happen if he was around two bite-sized people while he was so hungry?
The footsteps were hurried, rushed. Dean hesitantly got out his machete, prepared to fight for his life if it came down to it. Sam was on his own by the cliff, investigating Jacob’s belongings and campsite. If there was a fight, and Dean lost, Sam would have no warning that Jacob was dangerous. No way of even knowing that Jacob and Dean had run into each other out in the forest. For all Sam would know, Dean was still combing the trees in search of the giant.
Leaves rustled, and a huge hand came into view as a maple tree was pushed out of the way with a lingering creak. Hungry brown eyes fell onto Dean’s small form, and deep shadows covered Jacob’s face as another echoing growl came from his stomach.
Dean took a step back from Jacob, and felt his back press up against the thick metal wires of the cage. He was cornered. Holding the large knife defensively in front of his chest, he was prepared to go down fighting.
It was hard to forget that every single bit of lore they’d found on giants specifically called out the fact that they ate people. Jacob might be reasonable enough, but this hex or curse or whatever it was might change him when he was hungry, a lot like what a werewolf went through during the full moon. Without fresh hearts, werewolves would die, so their instincts compelled them to hunt humans, even people that they knew and respected in their normal life. Jacob had only met them that day, and most of their time had been spent tracking him down.
If he was operating by instinct, he might see them as a threat. Dean had emptied his clip into Jacob’s palm in an attempt to escape a grab.
Dean hadn’t missed the hunger that shone in Jacob’s eyes when he pushed aside that tree.
“Jacob,” Dean greeted, a strain in his voice. “We’re all friends here, right?”
Oo, both good ideas, but no angels will be coming to visit in this story, fallen or not, and Bobby is the last person we need on full alert (though I’m betting he’s on full alert during much of it).
Brothers Apart 