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Dean watched John's angry silhouette stalk away from the motel room, towards his truck in the parking lot. He'd never seen his dad get so upset over anything, aside from the falling out with Bobby a few years back. The little guy with Sam must have hit a nerve with his words. Dean ruminated on them for a moment, remembering what he'd said. The way he'd said it... it struck a chord in Dean's mind, fitting together like puzzle pieces with memories of the past Sam had shared with him.

It dawned on him who was standing there on that nightstand with his brother. Dean turned around, eyes locking on the small, blonde man. The moment Dean's gaze landed on him, the little guy stiffened, bravely meeting his eyes.

"I'd like to see my daughter now." The voice was soft, but definitely there.

Dean's mouth turned to ash at the confirmation of his suspicions. It was Walt. Sam's adopted father. Bree's father. The man they'd both thought dead months ago when the demon had killed off Sam's adopted mother, Mallory, the same way their own mother Mary had died.

Dean caught a slight strain in the small voice. The same strain Sam got when he was surrounded by humans he didn't know too well, like Bobby and John. Admiration filled him at the realization of how much courage it had taken Walt to come out here and confront two hunters for his daughter. Even though Dean would die before letting anyone hurt Sam or his family, there was no way for Walt to know that. For someone smaller than a pencil, he had balls. Sam clearly hadn't gotten all his stubbornness from his Winchester genes.

Dean licked his lips, trying to wet his mouth so he could speak. He knelt down next to the nightstand, putting himself on their level. Walt took a few steps away from him, backing towards Sam. "You're... you're Walt, aren't you?" Dean asked. His eyes shone with a wetness he couldn't control. "You're the one who saved Sammy all those years ago."

"I - I, ah... I guess... yes..." Walt stuttered out, having a difficult time meeting Dean's eyes. He kept twitching away nervously, unable to stay still. Pure instinct wouldn't let him out of its thrall.

Sam put a hand supportively on Walt's arm, calming him down a bit with how steady he was. Dean couldn't help staring at how Sam seemed tall around Walt and the others. In fact, he was the tallest.... borrower? Are they borrowers? Dean had seen, making him wonder again how tall Sam would be if he was human still.

Dean let complete sincerity saturate his words, his green gaze warm and steady. This was something he wished he could have said a long, long time ago, when he'd first found Sam that fateful day, trying to hide from him in a motel room, smaller than a mouse. "Walt... I just wanted to thank you for what you did. Saving Sam all those years ago, even risking your own lives to do it. You and the others... you never have anything to fear from me. You have my word. Sam's family is my family. Size be damned."

Walt's shoulders relaxed a smidge at the welcoming words. "Y-you're welcome," he managed to get out, still nervous.

Dean smiled gently at him before standing back up. It was time. "I'll be right back," he let them know.

The duffel was completely silent when he came over to it, not a single sound escaping the cloth walls. Dean pulled it open, revealing the other little people standing huddled in a corner. "Hey guys," he rumbled, keeping his voice as soft as he could. He met Bree's tiny gaze, her little blues almost begging him to explain what she'd overheard in the room. Dean grinned as he said the best words he’d said all day, "Your father's come to take you home." Sam's small, adopted family could be reunited at long last.

His gaze expanded to encompass them all, meeting each set of eyes in turn. "To take you all home."

This time they didn't hesitate to step onto his hands. John was gone, a huge improvement for the small, nervous people Dean had saved. They might have started to trust Dean after he'd rescued them from that horrible house, but the same couldn't be said for John, not by a longshot. Sam was the only one willing to give his dad a chance - the rest just wanted to stay as far away from the dangerous unknown as they could.

Once Dean had all four of them standing on his hand, he curled the other around it, guarding the edges while he brought both hands up to his stomach. This way there would be no way for them to fall off while he was walking. Ignoring the ticklish feeling their feet made against his palm when they shifted in place, Dean walked over to the nightstand, lowering his hand against the edge. He held the hand steady and lifted his other hand out of their way.

For a few seconds, no one moved. Bree was frozen, staring at her father next to Sam in disbelief. Sam had a huge grin lighting up his face, while Walt had the same expression of disbelief as his daughter. He took a few steps towards Bree. "Is... is it really you, Bree?" he asked, his voice cracking.

That broke the tension in the air. Bree tossed herself off Dean's hand, slamming into Walt with all she had. He swept her into the air with a triumphant grin. "Bree! I never thought I'd see you again!"

Sam shifted on his feet, momentarily out of place in the reunion. Once Walt lowered his daughter back to the ground, they both embraced Sam and pulled him in, a beloved part of the family. Dean couldn't make out what they were saying from his vantage point, left out of the reunion. They were in a tiny, desperate hug with all three of them, words whispered to each other with how close they were. Dean smiled, tears in his eyes at how exuberant Sam was.

Christian, Mikael and Kara got down off Dean's hand during the happy family reunion, small feet stepping off his hand to join the other three. Once they were gone, Dean settled down into a squat, arms resting against his knees for balance as he watched.

There was happy expressions all around. Walt picked up little Kara with a grin, spinning around with her suspended over his head, squealing. Mikael and Christian smiled as they were introduced to Sam and Bree's father, as amazed as Bree was that he was still alive after hearing what Sam had said before.

Bree bounced on her toes, kissing Sam on the cheek. "That's for bringing me home," she said with a wink.

Dean had to hide a smile at Sam's expense at the flustered expression he got on his face. He’d never seen Sam’s reaction to a girl before. "It... it was nothing," Sam managed to croak out.

To everyone's surprise, she turned to Dean as soon as she was done with Sam. With a wave of her arm, she motioned him down.

Trying to get over his surprise, Dean dropped to his knees. He hadn't been expecting anyone to say much to him after what had been done to them. After all they'd been put through by humans.

The moment he was close, a few of the others took nervous steps away. Dean was pleased when he saw that Kara, Walt and Bree didn't flinch back. Sam, of course, wasn't worried at all. He was beginning to regain his confidence now that Dean had him free of that damn family.

Bree waved him even closer, walking near the edge of the nightstand. Dean leaned in, keeping a few inches of space between him and the edge. He didn't want to risk crowding them.

A smile crossed her face. "Are you afraid I have cooties?" she called up. "Come here!" Her small voice was surprisingly commanding, confident he'd listen.

Afraid of being this close to any of Sam's people, never mind six of them, Dean found himself holding his breath as he leaned in the rest of the way. His chin hovered above the surface of the nightstand. With him like this, none of them, including Sam, who was easily the tallest, could stand eye to eye with him.

He could barely focus down on Bree now. With her only a bare inch away, her tiny body was blurry to Dean's eyes. They strained to try and see what she was doing. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously at her proximity. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned in to give Dean a peck on the cheek, same as she’d done with Sam for thanks. Dean let his breath out in a rush, shocked by the delicate sensation of her brushing against his cheek. The breeze he caused blew Sam's hair out of his face and almost knocked Kara off her feet next to Walt, making Dean's face flush red in embarrassment. Even his tiniest motion had huge consequences for any of them, no matter how much he wanted to will it otherwise.

When he was sure Bree was far enough away from him that he wouldn't knock her over, he sat up, looming over them once more.

He blinked down at her. "I... I thought you were afraid of me," he said with his voice so low it was hard to make out.

Her expression softened at his worried words. "Sure, I get nervous around you," she said with a shrug. "And I can't help but be afraid. Beth was nice, but I spent years at the mercy of humans. But... you gave me back my life. Brought me back to my family, my home. So yes, you're a little intimidating, but I trust you and Sam. Thank you."

Dean licked his lips, still nervous. "You're... you're welcome." He brought himself back to a squat, a bit further away from the nightstand this time to give them back some space. "Do you guys... did you want a hand getting down to the floor?"

Even Walt smiled at that, his body language more relaxed around Dean with the clear trust both his children had given the huge hunter. "W-we'll be fine," he managed to get out, addressing Dean directly.

Walt gestured the others to where he'd come out from, directing his little flock behind the alarm clock. Using the cord to climb up. Smart, Dean thought to himself, admiring their resourcefulness. Even though Sam probably had put himself at risk trying to climb with a broken arm, Dean would die before admitting it to John after the way he'd acted with Sam and Walt.

Sam was the only one who didn't move. The rest followed Walt's directions, slowly slipping out of sight. Dean realized then he might never see any of them again, the way they lived. He was a human after all, the exact thing they avoided. Regret welled up in him that these people - all kind and normal people - had to avoid interacting with humans for their own safety. If only the world could be different, for all their sakes.

Kara waved back at him with a grin, refusing to budge until Dean waved back at her with a hesitant hand. His heart warmed at her happy grin, glad he'd managed to not screw things up there.

Dean glanced over at Sam, who was watching the rest with something holding him back. Dean had a feeling he knew what it was. With a grin of his own, he let Sam know, "It's okay, Sam. Go. You know where to find me. I'm not going anywhere without you and I get the feeling you've got a lot of catching up to do with everyone."

Sam grinned back at him, happy to hear the reassurance. He turned, then hesitated. "Dean... you mind giving me a hand?" he asked. "I mean... I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have tried to climb up on my own the first time. Twice would be pushing luck I don't think I have."

Dean let out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right. Don’t worry, I won't tell on you."

His hand extended next to Sam. The small hunter stepped on, giving Dean a thumbs up when he was ready. Dean easily lowered Sam to the ground, holding the hand near the back of the nightstand. Sam hopped down, the sling keeping his arm supported like it was made to. The way Dean had designed it.

Sam turned to Dean.

"So... guess I'll see you around?" he asked, his small voice hesitant as he gazed up at his massive brother.

"You bet, Sammy." Dean brushed a finger lightly over Sam's little head, mussing up his fluffy hair. This time Sam didn't even flinch or act annoyed. He gave Dean a smile back instead, glad things were returning to normal. "I'll be here."

With that, Sam turned away from Dean, heading towards the back of the nightstand where the rest of his family waited. Dean watched Walt put an arm around his son's shoulders, talking all the way, telling Sam how much he'd been missed.



It was a night to rejoice.

It wasn't often that new people came to live in the motel. Kara, Christian and Mikael were treated as guests of honor, offered the best they had on hand. They were welcomed in as part of the family, given a place to stay at Krissy’s until a new home could be found.

Bree was welcomed in as the lost daughter she was. Walt and Bree had trouble meeting each other in the eyes without tearing up. That last time they'd seen each other - Walt on one side of the cage, Bree trapped on the other - was bright in their minds, the pain as fresh as yesterday. But now, with both of them home and safe, it could finally begin to heal. Even all those years raising Sam, the pain of losing Bree had tore him up each and every day. Thinking that there was something he could have done different, somehow he could have saved her from her fate... those thoughts had haunted him for years.

It was why he had never wanted to trust Sam's brother, Dean.

But now they were all here. Safe. And Dean knew exactly where they were. Walt didn't bother fooling himself that the hunter couldn't hear the faint sounds of celebration from under his dresser. But Sam trusted him, and after Dean had brought Bree home, Walt was just as willing. Dean had earned it, in a way no other human ever had in living history.

Seeing how careful Sam's brother had been with everyone - even with them all contained within his two massive hands, completely at his mercy - gave Walt appreciation for what he was. Dean considered them family, and in his mind that was all that mattered. Not how big they were, not the fact that they weren't exactly 'human'... just that they were family. His family.

That other hunter, John, though... Walt found his thoughts turning to Sam's father. That man was nothing like Dean, nothing like Sam. It was hard to believe they were even related. Still... their first meeting hadn't exactly gone the way Walt had intended. With the sight of Sam's fragile arm at risk, he'd maybe gotten a little carried away...

Sam stood in the back of the celebration. It was clear he was as ecstatic as the rest, but after all he'd been through, he didn't feel he fit in anymore. Walt and Bree both had to pull him away from the wall more than once. He did smile, far more than he ever had as a child, and for that alone Walt was thankful.

Little Sean's reaction to the newcomers was heartwarming. When they all got back, he'd run up, wanting to know what was going on, why were there so many people, was there really a human up above them? Krissy's home was in an area that few humans stayed, giving them a bit more freedom to come and go as they pleased except on rare occasions when the motel was booked up.

Sam had laughed at the boy's wide-eyed curiosity. Kneeling down, he'd told Sean, "It's okay. That's my brother up there. You don't have to worry about any other humans with me and Dean around."

If anything, Sean's eyes had grown wider. "Dean? Isn't that...?" He’d been told the story of how he’d been rescued from the witch himself, carefully saved by Dean that fateful day so long ago. They might be afraid of the hunter, but no one would lie about a thing like that.

Kara had managed to squish her way through the other adults, finally getting into the home. "Dean's the coolest!" she exclaimed. "He saved my daddy from the bad people!"

She and Sean had ended up running off together, telling stories about everything they'd each been through. Walt smiled. The former human and a girl who was friends with another human... certainly a strange pairing. But fitting, with the way their lives were changing. Never before had a human known where any of the little people in the walls were. And here they were, as safe as ever.

How strange their lives had become.



Later in the evening, John came back to the motel room. He paused outside the door, considering Dean's door alongside his. He should go in there... explain himself to Dean. Ask forgiveness, even. For leaving him and Sam on their own, for threatening the small man with Sam... even John recognized that had been a low blow. Neither of the people on the nightstand had any defense against him, and one of them had been his own son. Not to mention terrifying a bunch of innocents in Dean's duffel as collateral damage. He shook his head in bemusement. Dean's duffel... what a place to hide four people. What a strange world. He'd never thought he'd see the day his own son was rescuing non-humans. He was unsure whether he should be proud or ashamed.

In the end, he turned away, going into his own room. He could never explain himself to Dean. He wouldn't believe the words himself.

Sitting on the bed, he untied his boots, tossing them one after the other in a corner. Then paused.

"I know you're in here. There's no need to hide."

A moment of silence passed before a small man came out from behind the alarm clock. The same place he'd hidden in Dean's room. John and the man stared at each other in quiet contemplation.

"You're him," John said, breaking their moment of silence. It wasn't a question. "The man who saved my son's life all those years ago...”

Crossing his arms with a stern look on his face, the thin, blonde man nodded. "Walt. Sam's adopted father."

John found himself nodding in turn. "Well then, consider this a thank you. You saved the son I gave up on, and I can never repay you for that. For everything you've done... all I can see when I look at him is something that needs to be protected. But that's wrong, isn't it? Sam's been on his own a long time. Because of me." He sighed. "Looks like he grew up without me."

Walt snorted. "And I suppose all this makes up for you threatening me earlier?"

"You have gall for such a little guy," John said in slight disbelief. He reached for the remote control Walt was standing next to, making the small man flinch back from his hand. "You might want to work on that." Especially if he's afraid of such little things.

Walt frowned up at John, crossing his arms. "Because you're going to threaten your son's adopted father. Because after everything else that boy’s been through, you'd put him through losing yet another family member. He's already lost both mothers. He shouldn't have to go through more."

Walt raked his fingers through his sharp blonde hair. After the last year, a shock of grey hairs could be seen above his eye, giving him a more distinguished bearing that fit his natural, stern nature. "Look, I'm not here to fight with you. I just wanted to meet the man who raised Sam as a child. You know, without your children, both of them, I'd have never seen my daughter again. So... thank you. Whatever else happens, and whatever else you do, I thank you for that."

With that he turned to go. John said quickly, "Wait!"

Walt only spared him a brief, backwards glance. He grabbed onto the cord of the alarm clock. "What?" he asked as he turned away.

"I'm... I really am sorry for what you went through. For what you lost. One way or the other, I'm going to make that demon pay. For what it did to all of us. That I promise."

Walt never responded.



Laughing, Bree tugged Sam's good arm. "Come on already! You're so slow!"

He laughed. "Says the girl who couldn't keep up with the broken-arm guy climbing."

That elicited a roll of her bright eyes. She was almost glowing with the thought of where they were going. "I just let you have a head start, that's all. But it's been so long since I've been up here, I just don't want to wait anymore!"

Grinning, he followed her through the vents. It really had been too long. A few more turns and a straight passage following the line of rooms underneath and they were almost there. Sam's eyes sought the exit he knew was there, the exit he'd used so many times in the past.

There. "Come on, we're almost there!"

Sam pushed open the small, cracked siding. The exit led to the outside world, a small, hidden alcove that was just big enough to sit under and watch the parking lot of the motel. Sam had used it so many times in the past, just sitting there and watching for the Impala to come back. For the Impala to bring back his family. Now, that same Impala was parked right underneath them, gleaming black as the last light of day hit her, kept meticulously clean by Dean's care. Sam's home.

With a sense of happiness and a feeling that everything was right in the world for once, he sat under the overhang. From here no bird of prey would ever spot them, and the humans down below couldn't see into the darkness of the alcove. They were safe.

The sky was slowly turning orange, the sun sending the last light of the day over the motel. Bree settled down next to him, smiling at the sight of her home, the home she'd thought she'd lost for so long.

A door slammed underneath them.

Sitting there in the sunset, they watched Dean walk out to the Impala. He was off to a bar to relax after all the excitement. As uneasy as he was leaving Sam, with his brother securely hidden in the walls with the others he had decided to give Sam some space. From this distance, he almost seemed the same size as they were. His form wasn’t towering over them, casting a shadow that went on for what seemed like forever. Sam could pretend for a few minutes he and Dean were the same. Normal, whatever normal might be.

Sam watched Dean, unseen. For a moment, Dean paused, as though he could sense them watching him the way Sam could feel a human watching him. Who knows. Dean was a hunter. He might be able to feel their gazes on him, even from there.

After a moment, Dean seemed to shrug it off. He went to the Impala, his casual, bow-legged walk making Sam smile. He'd never seen anyone walk quite the same way as Dean. The hunter was one of a kind, in more ways than one.

“He’s really not that bad. For a human," Bree said thoughtfully.

Sam gave her a quick glance of surprise. It was the last thing he ever thought she’d admit, even after the surprising kiss she'd given the hunter. “Some of them aren’t,” Sam said. He thought about the last few days. His right arm went to his left unconsciously, gently rubbing against the broken limb. It was finally starting to heal. “But then again, some of them are.

“Sam… do you… do you still think of it as a curse? Being one of us?”

His answer was a long time coming. The Impala’s engine roared to life in the distance, screeching out of the parking lot. Sam smiled to himself.

He’ll be back.

No matter what size he was, Sam had a family. People who cared about him. It didn’t matter if they were bigger or smaller than him. Not anymore. Dean, Bobby, Walt, Bree… they were everything to him. Even John, as obstinate and stubborn as he could be, was there for Sam. Little Kara and Sean. Krissy, as jumpy as she continued to be. She’d never turn him away.

He knew the answer in his heart.

“Bree… I wouldn’t change this for the world.”

His life, as strange as it was, was his. Being a human... that was what he used to be. It didn't matter that he couldn't do everything a human could. Dean couldn't do everything Sam could. They made a good team, mismatched as they were. Brothers, no matter what came.

He wrapped his arm around her slim waist, pulling her close. She leaned into him, her slight weight against his side a comfort. He rested his chin on her head, smiling at the scent of strawberries.

Soon enough he'd leave with Dean yet again, back on the road to their next case. Where he belonged. Where he'd always belong. Until then, he'd heal, spend time with the family he'd thought he'd lost all those months ago.

They sat under the overhang long into the night, watching the stars.

The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came…

I'm glad you came.

FIN
CHAPTER 14: Size Be Damned

Wow. We made it. One entire season of Brothers Apart... I can't believe how far it's gone. It had such small beginnings and has been gaining momentum ever since.

Dean put it best. Size be damned... it shouldn't have any bearing on how you treat someone, whether you know them or not. And now that they've come this far together, it's time for the brothers to start working as a team! They need to figure out how to really use their sizes to their advantage. Sam might be small, but I wouldn't want to mess with him, that's for sure!

The lines at the end are from the song Glad You Came by The Wanted. The ending of this season belongs to Sam and I can see that being a song he likes (after hearing what he kept on his iPod while Dean was gone in the show). If you want to check it out, give www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ggzxI… a visit.

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Story happens before, during and after Season 1 Episode 15: The Benders

Well, it happens mostly after The Benders, but there are mentions to that episode found throughout the first three chapters.

First: 

Taken 1A/N: This is the seventh part of the Brothers Apart series, and the last story in Season One. if you want to read the first six parts, there is a link to my stories below.
The brothers are working an easy case in Hibbing, Minnesota when they're reminded just how delicate their situation is. The reminder? A cold bucket of water in the face for Dean, and a world of trouble for Sam.

A huge thump from outside the nightstand startled Sam from sleep. He blinked his eyes open to an angry exclamation of “OW! Sonovabitch…
Curious, Sam slipped out from the covers of his bed. As carefully as he could he padded over to the books to take a look at what was going on in the motel room. He poked his head out, trying to stay as small and unnoticeable as possible in case there was trouble. His eyes widened.
What the hell is Dean DOING…?
Sam frowned. The giant hunter was flat on his back with a few tools by his side, tryin


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Taken 13Walt stared in shock at the son he'd thought he'd lost months ago.
"Walt," Sam said. His voice choked up, unable to get past that one word. He blinked, and his eyes shone with unshed tears.
Walt walked up to him with deliberate footsteps. He couldn't quite credit the sight before him. Sam stood there in the same clothes Mallory had made him before her death. A little more worn and rumpled than the last time Walt had seen them, but still good. Still in one piece. His heart twisted at the reminder of what he'd lost.
She'd be so happy to know Sam was safe.
Unable to stop himself, Walt gathered his tall son into a gentle hug. He was careful to avoid the broken arm Sam was favoring, spotting the clumsy splint holding it in place. Sam hugged him back with a desperate relief. Walt was surprised to find that Sam was actually sturdier than he'd been when he'd vanished, those months ago. His thin frame had filled in with solid muscle, broadening his shape. Even after years of climbing, Walt was




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Oh, that was intense. Loving Sam's character arc here. It's good that, despite all the suffering, he remained strong and believed in his brother. The dad vs Walt encounter is, of course, the highlight of the story - loved that powerful moment. And Dean managed to make a new friend. Kara is so cute!