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No one said a word after Walt spoke. They didn’t even breathe.
The only sound in the room was the scratching from the door that lead outside as Rumsfeld sensed the tension between the people in the house, wanting to get inside to make sure the vulnerable family members he’d adopted were okay with all the full-sized humans around.
Bobby stared at Walt, his brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before comprehension flooded behind his eyes. John looked between Bobby and Walt, none of that understanding finding its way to him.
Dean had to agree with his dad there.
“You two know each other?” he blurted out, twisting his neck enough to make out the man crouched on his shoulder. “Like, know each other. Before today?”
Sam’s mouth was open, just as lost. “You didn’t tell me you knew him!”
Flustered, Walt could only wave his hand helplessly through the air. “I didn’t know! I just--”
“We didn
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Lunch took half an hour, and Dean spent most of that time patiently scanning the world outside the Impala. He couldn’t stomach the thought of food, so he fiddled with the paper bag the sandwich had come from, hoping maybe Sam would think he’d eaten a second sandwich. Maybe he’d been too distracted to listen to Dean order, or--
“Really?”
Dean lost all hope of sliding this one past Sam when he heard the disapproving tone in the soft voice down on the seat. He turned his eyes down to where Sam was standing with his arms crossed, right next to the parted foil wrapper of the sandwich. Clearly, he knew Dean had never ordered more food. Not that Dean had held out much hope of slipping it by Sam. He never could.
With a wan smile, Dean gave it his best shot. “I just figured you might want seconds,” he said in a half-hearted protest, waving the food off.
Sam huffed impatiently, and Dean could see the thin fishing line behind Sam waver in place as
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A/N: This is the fourteenth part of the Brothers Apart series, if you want to read from the beginning, please go here.
After a forced relocation from Trails West, new information surfaces about the witch the brothers have sought for years, throwing them all into a confrontation they weren't prepared for, and could never have expected.
Walt watched the scenery pass by outside, his face expressionless.
The ride in the Impala was smooth and less eventful than he thought possible. All Walt’s life, he’d lived in one building. His family raised him in a small B&B that was later turned into the Trails West. He’d gone on to raise his own family there, watching his daughter grow up happy and content. Everything he’d done, he’d done for her and her mother, Mallory.
Life was harsh in the motel. Walt had almost been taken away whe
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Dean’s words fell over them like a hammer striking the ground.
The motel isn’t safe.
Deep inside, Walt had always known this moment might come. They lived in a place where so many people came in and out on a daily basis, it was impossible to expect their lives to continue on undisrupted forever. Knowing that didn’t make hearing those words any easier. Having them said by a hunter was something he’d never expected.
Walt swallowed. “What do you suggest?”
Krissy gasped and even Bree swiveled her head to stare at him in surprise. Not once in their lives had he asked another person for advice, not like this. He was asking a hunter to help decide their fate.
But Walt knew, even as he stared steadily into those huge green eyes that stared back at them, that he was doing the right thing.
Dean frowned slightly in thought, enough to make Krissy flinch. The man didn’t notice, his eyes blank for a moment. Then, they turned to Sam.
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Brothers Apart

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Season One 


Brothers Apart

Sam was hit with a witch’s curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they’ve trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witch’s gaze all these years. And now…

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The Golden Touch

After being separated for over a decade, Sam and Dean are still trying to get used to living with each other again. Four inch tall Sam is just starting to adjust to living with a gigantic human when they find something in Dean’s pocket that sets them on the road with a new case.

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First Interlude - Brotherly Bonding

After a routine salt and burn the boys decide to take the night off. Drinking with a four inch tall brother ends with some interesting times.

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Home

A disturbing dream drives the brothers back to the one place they never thought they’d go again… home.

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Shadows and Reflections 

Footsteps follow a girl up the stairs in her apartment and fate hands the brothers a very strange case to solve. While on the hunt, Sam has to come to terms with his size in new ways.

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Second Interlude - Scarecrow

After John calls up Sam and Dean out of the blue, the boys get into a fight, resulting in Dean off on another hunt and Sam storming off… under the bench seat of the Impala.

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Taken

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.

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Season Two



The Schism of Fire and Water

After two months spent waiting for Sam’s arm to heal, both brothers are getting cabin fever. An unusual string of natural disasters a state over gets them back on the road with a unique case.

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Adventures at Bobby’s

Sam is healed and the sprites are stopped. But not everything is back to normal in the life of the Winchesters. They have things to figure out and an Impala to fix before they can get back to hunting.

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A Lich of Sense

Cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1!

What happens when you have Winchesters in the Wellwood? A bad day for Bowman Leafwing, as an encounter with a certain hunter and his brother goes awry, and zombie wolves move into the forest.

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Calling John Bonham

Bowman lets Jacob know just what threat the Wellwood faced while he was away, and Jacob doesn’t quite believe him.

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Like a Moth to Flame

Something ancient is stalking people in town, and now its sights are set on a certain pair of hunters. Sam and Dean find more to handle than they ever expected, and an evil that pits them against each other.

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The Ties That Bind 

A call in the middle of the night summons Sam and Dean back to Sam's old home, Trails West. What is stalking their family in the motel, and what lengths will Dean have to go to in order to stop it?

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Bittersweet Parting

After a forced relocation from Trails West, new information surfaces about the witch the brothers have sought for years, throwing them all into a confrontation they weren't prepared for, and could never have expected.

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Brothers Lost

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

BL Bros ready to go by nightmares06

The Road Not Taken

Saving people. Hunting things.

It was what they were supposed to
 do. Who they were supposed to be. Instead, that life was stolen from them by a witch and a curse in childhood, stripped away and replaced by one goal:

Survival.

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The Water’s Fine

Saving people, hunting things. Sam and Dean grew up on those words and now, over a decade after being cursed to live out their lives at a fraction of their height, Jacob Andris will help them live up to their destiny.

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Short stories inspired by Brothers Lost:


A Ghost from the Past (11 x 17)

A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.

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Brothers Found

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

{Com} Jacob for PL1 by MogaDeer


Chasing Family

In. Out. 

Four inch tall Sam Winchester’s family needs food and all he can find is a cracker dropped on the floor in a room with a human. 

How hard can it be to grab it before he’s seen and vanish back into the walls?

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After the Hunt

Sam wakes up out in the open in a motel room and doesn’t know at first where he is. Takes place directly after Chasing Family.

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Bothering Bowman

Bowman Leafwing would scoff at the idea of ‘giants’ out there in the forest, but after a run-in with Sam Winchester and his larger hunting buddies, he’ll have a hard time denying their existence.

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Jacob in Wonderland :new:

Did you know that you and Dean-O are the first humans in over a generation to actually manage to befriend little guys like Sam and Bowman? I mean, sure. Dean had a bit of a leg up there with Sam actually being his brother, but there have been other families in the past split by size like that and they never bothered with each other again. 

Of course your life is a game. Everyone's life is a game. And the name of the game? 

Survival.

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Brothers Consulted

Series cowritten by the lovely @borrowedtimeandspace || Zepheera221b

In a jar by nightmares06

The Study of the Four

Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business

Over a decade ago, a serious of unfortunate events led to the Winchesters, at only a few inches in height, being forcibly relocated to London. Now, they’ve adjusted to their size and found a new home to live in that just happens to be the same residence of a certain detective and his blogger…

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Pre-series Brothers Consulted:

A New Haul
Dislocated Brothers
A New Flat
Morning Tea
Not Where He Left It
Stricken Sneezes



Artwork by iamthetwickster



Brothers Together


{com}A sew-sew day by MogaDeer


Dean Rescues Sam

What if instead of Walt and Mallory rescuing Sam when he got cursed, Dean and John were able to find him before the witch took off?

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines

Cowritten with @neonthewrite || PL1

A month has passed since Sam was cursed, and there’s no cure in sight. He and Dean are left on their own during one of John’s hunts to go to school and do their best to get by. After all this time, Sam’s no more used to being small than he was before, and when Dean catches an unexpected visitor he gets the chance to learn all about his new size.

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Oscar Shorts

Written by @neonthewrite || PL1

After being left on his own at Knights Inn, Oscar must learn to get by without his friends, or his family. He must make do.

Short stories: Oscar (Brothers Together)  || Archive of Our Own

I’ll Be Back Soon (Part 1 || Part 2)

Every Silver Lining

Oscar’s Movie Night

Stargazing

A Cause for Celebration

Don't You Cry


Return to Oz 

Cowritten with @neonthewrite || PL1

Oscar lost the only friends he’d ever found over a decade ago. He’s learned to survive on his own, brief reminders of Sam and Dean keeping him company along with the mice who share the walls with him.

Yet Sam and Dean, though they may have forgotten where he lives, out of the hundreds of motels they’ve been to, never forgot their Oz.

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Brothers Adopted

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

{com} The Trail We Blaze by MogaDeer


A Friendly Neighborhood || Ice Cream

Jacob Andris is traveling with his mother on a roadtrip, and is in the room on his own when there’s a knock at the door…

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Family Ties

A month has passed since Sam was cursed, and there’s no cure in sight. He and Dean are left on their own during one of John’s hunts to go to school and do their best to get by. After all this time, Sam’s no more used to being small than he was before, and when Dean catches an unexpected visitor he gets the chance to learn all about his new size.

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First Hunt

The last thing Jacob Andris ever expected was to find himself cursed by a witch to live out his life under half a foot tall. He never expected to find himself becoming part of a family that once would fit in his hand.

And he certainly never expected to find himself adopted by a hunter twenty times his size...

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Garlic and Cold Spots

Near a forgettable motel in Breckenridge, Colorado, people are dying. Crushed beneath furniture and falling cars, the stories form a clear circle around the Knights Inn. Now Dean and his two tiny brothers, Sam and Jacob, are on their way to unravel the case and help all the motels’ residents– down to the very smallest.

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Brothers Asunder

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

Piggy Back Ride [Commission] by LaEscritora

Sam of Wellwood

After having her plans thwarted so often by Dean Winchester, Celeste decides to up the stakes in her newest attempt, this time not even trying to curse the older Winchester. Instead, she removes him from the equation completely and sends Sam far, far away.

Into a forest where a certain familiar village resides, out of sight and out of mind.

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Supernatural Stories


Don't You Cry No More

Sam inherits the Impala after Dean's death and finds that for some people, death isn't the end.

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The Long Road Home

What would Sam's life be like if he was an only child?

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February 11th update: Fourth entry added!

Hello all followers and fans!

From January 1st, 2018 to March 31st, 2018, there is a contest running for Brothers Apart!

All art mediums are welcome, but the art must be based off of one of the stories within the Brothers Apart Multiverse.

Literature is accepted, so feel free to enter in any story entries you want. The stipulation is if it is a multi-part story, all parts must be up by March 31st.

There are some changes this year in both prizes and rules!

Rules:

  1. Must be based on the Brothers Apart multiverse. Canon brothers will not be accepted and neither will the stories I have written that are not related to the AU. (An Ounce of Courage, Reversal of Fate, The Comeback Kid, Afraid, ect…
  2. You may create an entry based on one of the various AU’s (Brothers LostBrothers Consulted, ect…) or create your own AU, but it must in some way connect to the Brothers Apart multiverse.
  3. This contest is run alongside the same contest on my deviantart profile. You may enter into each contest, but must have two different entries.
  4. Everyone is welcome to enter except for nightmares06, since I will be running the contest. ;) That includes betas and cowriters.
  5. You may include any OC’s from the stories in any artwork or writing or create your own OC’s to interact with them! It’s fun to do!
  6. For the tumblr contest, you may upload your entry to tumblr, fanfiction.net or archiveofourown.com.
  7. Please tag BrothersApart in any tumblr entries. If the entry doesn’t get reblogged to brothersapart, I might not have seen it! Let me know.
  8. For fanfiction.com or archive of our own entries, please send a message with the location of your entry to brothersapart.spn@gmail.com so it can be displayed on tumblr.
  9. For the deviantart contest, send a note to nightmares06 with the entry to ensure that it is added to the contest journal. Also provide a link to the contest journal in the information section for the entry. All deviantart entries must be submitted to the deviantart site.
  10. Each entry will be displayed on the Brothers Apart tumblr, and the deviantart entries will also be displayed in the deviantart journal.
  11. If you want to change your entry at any time for either contest, please message me through the BA email or a note on DA.
  12. There will be seven (7!) prizes! Three deviantart prizes, three tumblr prizes and one Grand Prize! If there are any changes to the number of prizes, it will be announced.
  13. Two of the prizes will be decided by a poll, picked by you the readers! I provide the prizes, you pick who gets them!
  • If there are any questions, please ask through the tumblr, deviantart or email!

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Prizes 2018:



As time goes on, the prizes change to match the contest.

This year, the (seven!) winners will all have a choice! They can choose to either read a special snippet of a future story (5-8 chapters of a story; meaning if a shorter one is chosen, you’ll get to read the entire story, if a larger one is picked, only a portion) OR you can choose to receive a copy of the paperbound Brothers Apart! The first seven stories, held in your hand! The stories that set off the entire multiverse series!

  
Brothers Apart Season 1 Cover by nightmares06  Brothers Apart Season 1 Back by nightmares06

So, here’s the rundown of what you’ll win:

  • 1 copy of Brothers Apart: Season 1 OR early access to a future story, to be determined at the end of the contest (choices will be offered depending on what has posted already, and what is written)
  • 2 sneak peeks of future Brothers Apart multiverse stories, both angst and cutes.

The Grand Prize winner will also receive a special 2000 word short story, written by nightmares06 in the Brothers Apart universe from a prompt given by the winner!

The book can ship internationally, so feel free to enter if you are outside of the United States! Just remember that you will have to be comfortable with giving me your mailing address, there is no way around that.

Disclaimer: The winners are not to share the sneak peeks from the stories with anyone not previously approved by nightmares06 and if they do may be banned from BA at night’s discretion.

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Sibling Rivalry by TorchMLP


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Organized Nightmares | 1 |


NightmareJasmine
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Brothers Protected
Brothers Protected 2

Entry submitted through Archive of Our Own due to technical difficulties with DA, from nightmarejasemine:

Brothers Protected




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Kneeling, Sam let Jacob down onto the ground, freeing him from his confinement at last. Once he was standing again, Sam was back to suspiciously scanning the room once more, unnerved by the odd size of things. They needed to know where they were and they needed to find Dean and Bowman again, that was for sure. The room offered no clues about where they were.

Jacob didn’t have it in him to be relieved that he wasn’t as tiny as before. His scale was still weird. It was obvious that is self-appointed teacher wouldn't give him even a partial reprieve from being so tiny without a huge catch. Something about this house was dangerous. They just didn’t know what yet.

He glanced up at the way Sam surveyed the room with obvious confusion and nerves. Jacob couldn't blame him; after over a decade at one scale, seeing things at proper scale had to be just as shocking as seeing them in giant scale had been in the first place. Sam was a wound up coil ready to spring.

All of the stuff in the room was really weird. Jacob picked up a corner of one of the fallen blankets from the bed and ran his thumb over it. The fabric was scratchy and unwieldy. He furrowed his brow and his bad feeling about the place only worsened. The silence practically roared. He couldn’t even hear cars passing outside or even a rustling of trees. All was still.

"Maybe we should explore this place a little further," he suggested warily, inching towards the doorway. A doorway which, Jacob noticed, had no door and no hinges either. It stretched well over his head and he frowned. Some doorways he had to duck, when he was the right size. Even without things being as monumentally huge to him as before, Jacob felt small. He couldn't even get out of the stupid crib on his own.

"Yeah," Sam agreed hesitantly. Something was niggling at the back of his mind while he searched around the strange room with Jacob. Hadn't the stranger told Jacob that Sam's size couldn't be changed? Had that been a lie all along, meant to goad Sam and Dean into an angry response towards Jacob? How else could Sam be standing in a house at a normal scale? Unless, of course, it was a temporary fix meant to give him a fleeting glimpse of what he couldn’t have, then tear it all away once more.

He touched the threshold of the door, knocking against the wall with his fist. A solid thud came back, meaning he'd either hit a support beam on the inside or the walls weren't hollow the way he expected. The uneasiness in his chest began to blossom. The house almost felt like it glared at him for striking it, and the echo of the thud didn’t last as oppressive silence bore down on them once more.

Leading the way out of the room, Sam found a hallway stretching away from them. Mirrors and picture frames lined the hall, along with a cabinet with drawers and a small arrangement of fake flowers on top in a heavy, lopsided vase. It was painted on the side in broad, blobby strokes, as if made by someone’s kid.

Sam blinked at his reflection in one of the shabby mirrors, hand hesitantly going to his homemade, very much out-of-place clothing and brushing across an uneven, hand-sewn seam. If he really was back to normal, there was no chance he'd be blending in anytime soon, that was for sure. Not until he found a change of clothes, at least.

Opening the cabinet drawers, Sam peered in. They loudly scraped against the sides of the cabinet. They were so cheap, they didn’t even have tracks. There was nothing inside, not even dust bunnies or cobwebs. Sam brushed his fingertips around the corners to be sure. Nothing.

The sense of unease crescendoed slowly into an outright worry. Where were they? Everything about the house was made up of false grandeur and a looming presence that seemed to breathe down their necks. And yet, Sam couldn’t feel anything from his usual danger sense.



Jacob walked down the hallway, his strides much shorter than the tall, lanky hunter that lead the way. He lingered under one of the picture frames, squinting at it in the dark. The frame had a few elegant curves carved into it, but the picture within was just printed. Not a canvas. The edge of the paper was curled up in one corner, and the image was blurry. The eyes of the picture’s subject were unrecognizable. It made the dimly-lit place even creepier.

He ran a hand along the wall as he continued past the cabinet, noting that the wallpaper with its clunky design was incredibly thick, like the old-fashioned kind in fancy houses. It wasn’t peeling anywhere in the hall, unlike in the bedroom. The carpet, practically threadbare under his shoes despite how thick it had appeared from the crib, didn't show any signs of having faded where someone walked over it for countless years. The place showed signs of being both old and new.

Jacob didn't bother with the mirrors, since they were well over his head. He had no way to get a closer look at them. He passed another doorway, and gave it a cursory glance.

There was another room, what looked to be a study. In it stood a desk with a big chair, and a poofy armchair tucked between two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. On first glance the desk and furniture looked fancy with their whirling carvings and high-backed designs, but Jacob could see the seam where the corner of the desk was glued together. About as cheap as cheap got.

Wide, heavy looking curtains obscured the wall straight across from the doorway, but through the gap between them, Jacob saw that the window beyond appeared to be boarded up or something. He frowned and passed the room by without crossing the door-less doorframe.

The next doorway was more promising. The room beyond had no windows, but in the opposite corner was the top of a wide staircase that curved down to the floor below. A clunky piano with the keys covered and the bench stowed beneath it stood next to the doorway. If someone were to play it, the music would filter down those stairs in an echoing melody. If the walls of the house didn’t absorb the sound like it absorbed all the other noise. Even Sam and Jacob’s breathing felt muffled.

Jacob turned and called back to Sam. "There's some stairs here. Maybe there's a way out downstairs."

Hearing the call, Sam caught up to Jacob. He paused in the doorway, weirded out by both the fact that he was almost tall enough for his head to brush the top of the door frame along with the sight of the idle piano. “Worth a shot,” he said when he saw the staircase leading away from them.

Jacob was definitely getting the same feeling he'd get in old houses occupied by a vengeful spirit. A routine salt-and-burn, as Dean would call it.

Except they had no information here. No idea why they were the sizes they were, and a mounting sense of weird. Maybe the lesson was navigating at a smaller size while Sam had to fumble around getting used to being bigger. All without Dean’s guidance, always patient with his little brother as Sam learned the human world.

Whatever this creepy house was, they needed to get out of it and find their way back to the others.

Sam took the lead, running a curious hand over the curved bannister. For the first time in years he was standing in a place catered to his own height… whatever that was at the moment, and he couldn’t have felt more out of place. Jacob should be the normal sized one between them. He was far more adjusted to this setting than Sam. The ominous nature of their surroundings was already setting off warning bells in Sam’s head. He didn’t even need to feel eyes on him to make his neck prickle with unease as the hairs stood on end.

The stairs felt just as unsettling as he walked down them, hand gripped tightly to the bannister. It had been fourteen years since he’d last walked down a regular sized step. He should have to use his fishhook to shimmy up the sides, or take the long, sloped bannister, which would be a far more dangerous, but faster dash. Simply walking down the stairs was a memory far behind him.

At the bottom, he came into a broad entryway into the house with doors leading to various rooms spaced around them. Spotting a window, Sam trotted over to it. If they could catch a glimpse of where they were, they’d have a better chance of directing Dean there after a phone was located.

Sam frowned when he peered out, unable to see anything outside with the dark shadows that were cast over the surroundings. “Something’s not right…” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t even see stars in the sky if he looked up.



Bowman couldn't move.

This strange disparity made him wake faster than he usually did. At first, he drifted out of sleep like normal. His mind slowly reached towards awareness to brush at the sensations around him. His brow pinched in his mostly-asleep confusion at what he found.

He wasn't curled up like usual after a night sleeping away from the forest, away from home. His wings were wrapped around him, but more like a bat's than as gentle blankets draped over himself. His legs and arms were all but pinned, almost like he was trapped in a hand.

His bright eyes shot open. The sight that greeted him was not a view of a gigantic room from a nightstand, nor was it the strangely-shaped lantern at the back of the nightstand. He just saw a rough white material, wrapped all around him. Bowman looked up and saw a small circular view of the side of an enormous bed. He was surrounded by a roll of ... what was it again? A scroll that humans used.

"Paper!" Bowman mumbled, immediately starting to squirm. The paper around him rustled dryly, but didn't budge. Bowman couldn't move at all. He grunted with the effort of trying to spread his wings out. They strained against his cylindrical prison, but couldn't push it away. Bowman struggled against it, only succeeding in rolling over a fold in what he guessed was the shirt he'd fallen asleep on.

"Sam? Jacob? Dean?" he called out to each of his friends, hearing the way his voice echoed back on him, muffled by the paper. His struggles became more frantic as the trapped feeling really began to sink in. Bowman couldn't move. If something came to take him, he'd be completely helpless against it. Worse, he couldn't even see if something were to do so.

"Somebody help me out of here!" Bowman shouted, twisting in his cramped confinement. The paper around him shifted and rolled, but instead of staying where he turned over, it rolled over once, twice ...

And right over the edge of the surface it was on.

Bowman yelped, squirming even more as he plummeted. The falling sensation tightened in his chest and buzzed in his limbs. He couldn't get his wings open. His heart pounded at the thought that he could be falling from a deadly height.

And he couldn't get his wings open.

Bowman felt a spiderweb of panic creeping over him. Loss of the ability to fly meant loss of survival in a normal situation. Flightless sprites in the village dared not wander very far past the borders, and young nestlings were monitored closely before they learned to fly.

Now, Bowman was falling. Unable to open his wings, unable to do the one thing he was best at, his one line of defense.

Unable to fly.
Jacob in Wonderland 42
CHAPTER 42: Clipped Wings

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February 17th excerpt:

The perfect place occurred to Dean at last, and he deposited Stan dead center on his chest, relaxing down into the pillow with a sigh. “Now, for some real TV,” he declared.

Stan propped himself up on his hands in attempt to right himself on the uneven ground that he belatedly realized was Dean’s chest, and he yanked those hands off of the soft shirt with a small gasp when the human spoke with Stan on him. Unlike when Stan was in Sam’s pocket, the rumbling of Dean’s voice shook him from below, which made for a slightly more intense sensation throughout Stan’s entire body.

Aside from that, the borrower found himself surrounded on all sides by the rising and falling landscape of Dean’s chest and torso. The same muscular plane that Stan had less than a day ago been admiring from afar, aspiring towards and even finding objectively handsome. Stan could feel his face heating up and quickly turned to face the TV, hoping Dean wouldn’t notice his flustered blush.

February 16th excerpt:

Sam almost leapt off the bed, his hand sealing around Dean’s wrist and his watch all together, holding his drunk brother in place.

“Hey, hey hey! ” Dean whined, trying to pull free and getting nowhere.

“Dean, what the hell,” Sam snapped, his eyes flicking worriedly down to Stan.

No one said a word after Walt spoke. They didn’t even breathe.

The only sound in the room was the scratching from the door that lead outside as Rumsfeld sensed the tension between the people in the house, wanting to get inside to make sure the vulnerable family members he’d adopted were okay with all the full-sized humans around.

Bobby stared at Walt, his brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before comprehension flooded behind his eyes. John looked between Bobby and Walt, none of that understanding finding its way to him.

Dean had to agree with his dad there.

“You two know each other?” he blurted out, twisting his neck enough to make out the man crouched on his shoulder. “Like, know each other. Before today?”

Sam’s mouth was open, just as lost. “You didn’t tell me you knew him!”

Flustered, Walt could only wave his hand helplessly through the air. “I didn’t know! I just--”

“We didn’t talk much,” Bobby interrupted, his kindly blue eyes with a warm sparkle in them. “Why don’t you come in, and we can sort things out.”

Dean took a step towards the table and jabbed a thumb over his empty shoulder. “We’ve got people waiting for us out in the car--”

“Then I’ll be sure to make this quick,” Bobby said firmly. “And that means no questions.”

Dean shook his head. “Right,” he drawled sarcastically.

Bobby gave him a flat look. “I told you before I had run ins with people Sam’s size before,” he reminded Dean. He glanced over at John. “Before I ever ran into a Winchester.”

“Yeah we get that,” Dean spat, annoyed. “But Walt?!”

Walt stiffened at the tone in Dean’s voice. It was one of the first times he’d heard such naked anger in the man’s voice, and being on his shoulder during it wasn’t reassuring.

Sam put a hand on Walt’s shoulder. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you,” he said, knowing exactly where Dean was going with his frustration.

Right back to Sam.

Indeed, Dean didn’t let Bobby get a word in edgewise. “Years, Bobby. We spent years thinking Sam was dead, and you knew. You always knew people like them were around and you never told us!” The complete betrayal in his voice spoke to the vulnerability in his soul. A vulnerability from years spent alone that was only recently beginning to heal.

Bobby’s blue eyes were ice. “How was I supposed to know that? ” he responded, aggrieved. “I saved that man’s life back when he was just a kid, Dean. The Trails West wasn’t even built yet back then. It was just some forgettable bed and breakfast on the side of the road. I heard of a case in the area and went in, only to find the hunters there were hunting kids!

He had to take a second to compose himself, as though realizing how stiff and frozen in fear Walt was. “Kids, Dean. Sam wasn’t even born back then. I got who I could find out of the cages, then sang a song to the hunters that put them on a different trail. The wrong trail. And that was the end of it.”

Next, Bobby ignored Dean completely in favor of his shoulder. He looked at the two people sitting there, Sam always trusting and Walt stiff and unyielding. “Sam, I never put the motel you were trapped in together with the people I ran into all those years ago, and for that I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “No one ever wanted to leave you. I’m glad you found a family, and I’m proud to meet them.” He turned slightly to look at the other man. “Bobby Singer. Pleased to finally meet you.”

Walt squared his shoulders, meeting Bobby’s clear blue gaze with his own. “The same to you,” he said, his voice wound up from the arguments hanging in the air. “Walt Watch. Sam’s adopted father.”

At that, John Winchester shifted in his seat, but didn’t say anything. As far as Walt was concerned, Sam’s father had no right to say anything. The last time they’d met, he’d scolded John harshly for treating Sam like an invalid after the kid had grown up completely separated from his family. Dean treated Sam like his best friend, such a dissonance with the older hunter that Walt sometimes wondered if they were really related. It was one of the only reasons he was so willing to trust Dean the way he did.

Dean had proven himself, again and again, against all odds.

That reminder made it easier for Walt to finally relax his stance by a hair. Not much, considering the animosity hanging in the room between Dean and Bobby, and the tension between John and Walt, but enough. He couldn’t be afraid of Dean, they were family.

“There are others in the car,” Walt said, swallowing down his worry. “We were hoping they might find a home here.”

Bobby’s eyes snapped over to Dean, but Sam was the one to continue. “They’re the ones that Gordon Walker was trying to kill,” he informed Bobby, his voice heavy. “We couldn’t risk leaving them at the motel anymore. There’s no telling if he’ll come back and take care of them when Dean’s not in town.”

Bobby’s lips thinned. No one disapproved more of the extermination of people just because they fell on the ‘supernatural’ spectrum of things, but too many people were of that line of thought. “Of course they can stay here,” he said magnanimously, officially extending the invitation. “In the house or out, whichever suits.”

“Right. We’ll bring ‘em in,” Dean said gruffly. “Some might decide to go…” He paused, glancing at his dad before settling on, “elsewhere.”

Out of the house, beyond the junkyard and all the scrapped cars, there was a field. In that field, where once Sam had played hide and seek (with or without Dean’s knowledge), lay a burrow. Inside was a small community, of no more than thirty people Sam and Walt’s size. Arthur Harbor, the founder of that community, had extended the hand of friendship to Sam and to anyone else. Those that drifted or were lost were welcome in his home.

Of course, John Winchester knew none of this. Though the brothers would trust their father with their lives, they also knew that Arthur would severely rebuke them for sharing the secret without consulting him. He had chosen to show himself to Dean and Bobby, and he deserved the chance to decide who else learned of the burrow, the haven he'd built.

Sam and Dean wouldn’t give up that secret, not even to their dad.

The subtext of Dean’s statement and the fact that he was hiding something was not lost on John, but the older hunter merely frowned and nodded.

“When you’re done, we need to talk,” he said gruffly.

Dean nodded in return, pivoting on his heel with both Walt and Sam clinging to his collar. It was quiet between the three, an air of tension having formed at Walt’s startled reveal. No one had ever suspected they had hidden ties, stretching far back before the brothers were born.

When Dean pushed open the door to the house, Rumsfeld jumped up from where he was lying across the welcome mat. Walt stiffened instinctively, not understanding how Sam was so calm about everything.

Sam’s quick words covered up the last leg of their trip back to the car. “Rumsfeld won’t hurt anyone while they’re exploring if they want to check out the house,” he explained hurriedly. “He’s harmless. He’s pretty good at sniffing us out while we’re in the walls, so don’t be surprised if you hear him on the other side. He might scratch if he’s lonely. If you don’t want to be bothered, he’s more than willing to chase off Dean or Bobby.”

“Thanks,” Dean grumbled sarcastically, opening up the door to the Impala with a loud creak.

The hunter was gentle as he gathered up the duffel bag with a small warning. Inside, the weight shifted as it tilted to the side, the sound of sliding heard from within. Dean tossed the strap over his shoulder to keep his hands free, and fended off Rumsfeld to a small few shrieks within the bag. Walt would have to explain things to them later.

Coming back, they avoided the room with John and Bobby, making their way upstairs to the room where Sam regularly stayed. The sight of the familiar bookshelf greeted them, awash in the rays of sun as they speckled across the interior. Down on the bottom shelf, intricate carvings disguised a hidden room for Sam, one that had a bed and chest all his size, and any extra possessions he didn’t need to bring with him while hunting.

Bobby had made that room months back, after discovering Sam’s survival after his curse. It was one way to thank the kid for everything he’d done, up to and including saving both Dean and Bobby’s asses while on a case. More than once, without Sam there to help them, they wouldn’t have made it out alive.

Dean rested the duffel bag on its side with the opening as wide as it could go, then sat back and stretched out his arm for Sam and Walt’s use. He stayed quiet, merely watching as people began to trickle out the opening, stepping carefully over the large metal teeth of the zipper. Walt and Sam met them, and talked in hushed voices.

Knowing he would only get in the way, once Dean was certain everyone else was clear, he moved to the edge of the room and leaned against the wall, only remaining watchful so that he knew where everyone was at all times. No stray movement of his would put any lives at risk like this, of that he was determined.

The talk wrapped up swiftly, Sam and Walt both gesturing to different places in the room and the walls themselves. Sam talked the most, having explored much of the interior during his previous stays. He’d only told Dean bits and pieces, saying it wasn’t as interesting as it sounded, but Dean remained curious. Some days it felt like Sam lived in an entire separate world, one of darkness and walls, only able to leave that world behind because of Dean.

Once they were done, everyone moved together, slowly making their way to the edge of the room and their perceived safety. A few glances were spared towards Sam’s hidden room, but they left it be, respecting his privacy. Dean spotted Kara in the crowd, bouncing on her heels to wave at him as Christian propelled her after Mikael.

There was no resisting a smile at her innocent excitement to see her good friend. Dean raised his hand up, wiggling his fingers in a wave and sending a wink. She giggled, a sound that could only just be heard over the ambient noise of the house around them, and elbowed Sean, the small cursed boy she’d attached herself to upon arriving at Trails West. Sean followed her gaze, blinking at Dean before waving back.

A grin lingered on Dean’s face when Sam and Walt got back to him. Distracted from the others, he glanced down, eyebrows going up in surprise. “Not goin’ with them?” he asked Walt, not expecting that.

Walt shook his head. “I have a feeling I should be there when you talk to the hunters,” he said, lingering stiffness lurking in his voice. “The others will be fine. They know what to do.”
Bittersweet Parting 3
CHAPTER 3: Safe Haven

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