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A Burglary at Baker Street 20
CHAPTER 20: Delivery Boy
John moved quietly while Dean and Moira went back and forth, heel-toeing it across the kitchen. He pulled a water bottle from the fridge, setting it on the counter for later, and picked around for something Dean should eat. Iron, B vitamins, vitamin C… he kept these in mind as he gathered a small collection and transferred them to a cutting board.
Using a small knife, he chopped a peanut from a bag of trail mix left lying in a drawer. Small, yet rich in protein, iron and B vitamins. Then he sliced off a tiny section of cheddar cheese from a small block for a bit of dairy. Lastly, John recalled that he had been rather busy at the clinic before Sherlock had called him home; he hadn't had time to eat the apple he'd grabbed that morning. After retrieving it from his coat pocket, he cut a small slice and chunked it into manageable pieces for small hands.
Once that was all done, John transferred a bit of each onto a torn-off corner of a paper towe
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A Burglary at Baker Street 19
CHAPTER 19: Caged Bird
As Dean started to come around, digging himself out of the black hole his mind had fallen into, he groaned.
Unavoidably bright lights, glaring overhead at him, burned spots in his vision as his eyelids fluttered open. Dean threw up an arm to block his sight, wondering at the migraine that throbbed inside his skull.
Did anyone get the number of the bus that hit me?
Words from another life crossed his mind, barely making any sense in the disjointed world Dean found himself in. If a bus hit him, there’d be nothing left… that made no sense.
What the hell happened?
He could hear voices, both rumbling and not, and the pain from his migraine increased. It was all so loud.
“Why’s everyone need to shout?” Dean mumbled, trying to roll into his side to get up. He didn’t get far, his pounding headache making him drop his head back down.
“Dean?!”
A different shadow materialized at Dean’s side, and he r
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A Burglary at Baker Street 18
CHAPTER 18: An Unusual Alliance
Moira crept closer to the hand again, eyeing it with suspicion. “You better not be trying to trick me,” she warned John, lowering Sam’s knife. Of all that she knew about her brothers, there was no way Dean would want to wake up in a hand, so she found herself again leaning over her oldest brother.
“What did you get yourselves into without me?” she asked softly, getting her free arm under his and trying to heft him up. He was a big guy, at least twice her weight, so she ended up sticking Sam’s knife in her belt as well, on the opposite side from her pin. Then she wrapped both arms around Dean, his arms limp and his head tilted against her shoulder. She’d never tried to lift Sam or Dean up before, and found him very awkward to move as dead-weight.
With Moira attempting to haul Dean's upper body, John's first instinct was to lift Dean's legs. Seemed like a natural setup for two people moving a limp body. Then
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A Burglary at Baker Street 17
CHAPTER 17: Awkward Family Visit
John's head whipped toward the new voice and he shot to his feet in surprise, his empty hand cupping protectively around Dean through the movement. He blinked when a tiny young woman appeared on the counter, brandishing a sewing pin like it was a sword.
If John were honest, despite her vehemence, she didn't appear to be the kind of person who would be in the business of tricking others her size into being captured, but the doctor decided to take no chances. Not with his patient and flatmate on the line.
"Who are you?" he demanded, cautious of the miniature girl.
Backing off a few inches at the reminder of just how huge the human was, Moira tried to steel her heart. Dean was in trouble, and she needed to get him out of that human’s hands, now. Then once Dean woke up they could escape and find Sam, wherever he was, even if the human had him trapped somewhere else.
“I’m Moira,” she snapped defiantly, the
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A Burglary at Baker Street 16
CHAPTER 16: A Small Stand-Off

“No--!”
The hot metal was pressed to the back of Sam's ribs, just to the right of his spine.
Sam’s cry of pain bit off into a strangled gasp as the brand touched against his skin, the smell of charred flesh accompanying the burn. The pain was strong enough to make him forget his fractured leg and his bruises. Flesh sizzled for just under a second before the brand retreated, leaving Sam permanently marked with the Roman numeral for 2 enclosed in a circle. The pain lingered as the brand lifted away, sending sparks of fire shooting down his nerves.
Panting, Sam could only lay there as his back convulsed involuntarily. It hurt enough to keep him from falling unconscious, receiving no escape from the horror of his reality. In less than a half hour, he was branded, bruised and broken in more ways than he’d ever been in his life.
Geoff cringed and recoiled from the sounds and the smell. He'd known about this as a part of the
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A Burglary at Baker Street 12
CHAPTER 12: Tools of the Trade
If it wasn’t for the dire circumstances they were in, Dean’s face would have been painted with fascination at the chance to work with the tools Sherlock used on his cases. As it was, he set to his task with no wasted energy, carefully mopping up every drop of blood that speckled Sam’s knife. The murky gleam of red was soon replaced by the more familiar shine.
Dean’s small size made it simple to get the blood right on the tip of the paper. It was like working with oversized construction paper, and since the blade was made for Dean’s size, he didn’t have a problem.
A small mimic of Sherlock, Dean sat back on his heels, holding up the folded paper circle for Sherlock to take, its white surface marred by the ring of drying blood.
Sherlock accepted the sample, carefully unfolding the paper and dropping it into a fresh sandwich bag. He pocketed this for later examination. He turned his attention downward again and deli
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A Burglary at Baker Street 11
CHAPTER 11: Captivity
Euan's brow knit at the strange words coming out of his find, but his inquiries were interrupted by Geoff nearly barreling into him trying to get a better look at Sam. The little guy flinched, staring up at the massive new human.
"Ooh, that one's a looker," he grinned. "Almost as big as your one, in't he? And American, too! He'll feel right at home."
Euan smirked. "He may catch eyes, but as you can see he's got quite the mouth on him. We'll have to fix that." With a dark gleam in his eye, he tightened his fist around Sam to cease his infernal squirming.
"Finally, something fun might happen around here," Geoff chuckled, leaning against a table with his hands in his pockets.
Stepping toward the repository, Euan fiddled with the padlock on the top-leftmost container, just below his eye level. After he wrenched the lock off, he swung open the clear door and unceremoniously dumped Sam into it. "You can say hello to my little bird, morsel," he said, relish
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A Burglary at Baker Street 10
CHAPTER 10: Empty Threats and Broken Promises
Though he wouldn't say so, Sherlock was quite proud of the progress he and Dean had managed to make with his knack in such a short amount of time.
When he received a call from Lestrade, the first thing Sherlock did was look up the name of the deceased. She was young, beautiful, popular, and very active on social media in her life. Even Scotland Yard would be able to narrow down a few suspects for her murder, but Sherlock, like usual, was focusing on what mattered: how to find the killer.
She was found dead in a hotel room on her own. No signs of forced entry or struggle, with the exception of a small bruise around the middle joint of the middle finger of her left hand. A quick browse through her Facebook photo history was more than enough for Sherlock to know exactly what to look for.
And he knew just the four-inch-tall man to recruit for the job.
In the cab, Sherlock pulled up a few of the pictures he'd found of the woman and
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A Burglary at Baker Street 8
CHAPTER 8: Stranger in the Walls
John overslept the next morning. It was one of the few days in the week in which he had an early shift at the clinic, and in all the excitement of the past few days, he had nearly forgotten. Now he was running late.
He stumbled into the flat, shoes tucked under one arm as he finished buttoning his shirt, and rushed to the kitchen. He didn't have time for a proper breakfast, so he grabbed a miraculously fresh apple and dropped into a chair to shove his boots onto his feet.
A series of tiny grunts made him freeze. Quirking an eyebrow, John glanced around the kitchen for the source, momentarily distracted.
Over on the countertop, in a small gap of space bordered by Sherlock’s collection of beakers and glassware, the two tiny men who lived in their walls were involved in a mock fight. The two small leather bags were pushed to the outside of the circle, kept out of the way as the brothers tussled.
Between the pair, Sam was easily the taller and
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A Burglary at Baker Street 7
CHAPTER 7: An Old Family Friend
John let out a long breath of his own, letting his fingers curl into a guardrail behind Sam as the little guy held out his hands for balance. Though the sensation of holding an entire person in his hand and the awe that came with it hadn't lessened, John felt that he was beginning to get the hang of it. He just needed to relax and keep a steady arm as he carefully ferried Sam across the gap between his chair and the shelf.
He paused briefly before lowering Sam onto the surface of his laptop, right in front of the keys. They looked so comically large in comparison to the lad, making John ponder how much effort it would take Sam to press them down. As he opened a new tab to a search engine, he supposed he'd find out.
"There we are. All yours," John announced, pulling his hands back to give Sam room to work.
Sam’s head was on a swivel as he stepped towards the keys, taking it all in. He’d seen laptops operated before, but this was
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A Burglary at Baker Street 6
CHAPTER 6: The Borrower and His Blogger
Later on that day, Sam found himself alone in the small home he and Dean had eked out for themselves, placed directly next to the bookshelf that bordered the fireplace in the flat shared by Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Dean was off practicing his knack with Sherlock, this time staying in the flat, a technicality he’d missed during Sherlock’s initial explanation of the planned training. Sam found himself wondering if Dean had missed it like he claimed, or purposely misheard for the chance to get out of the flat and find out what had nagged at him all those years since their knacks surfaced.
Their home was quiet, so it was a good chance for Sam to go through his notes. He’d haphazardly stuffed them into his bag that morning when he heard John calling for him-- the last thing he’d ever expected to hear. Now that he had heard that booming voice through the walls, it was nowhere near as terrifying as he
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CHAPTER 5: Celebratory Pie

As the odd group left the bakery behind, Sam hidden by John’s collar and Dean by Sherlock’s, Dean came to realize that there was something missing. For the first time in years, probably the first time since they’d ever realized their knacks existed, he felt nothing on the back of his neck. No lingering tingle from other parts of the city.
Just a cool breeze.
It made Dean realize that all those years, the mysterious tugging he’d felt was the pie, calling his name. All the different directions the tugs came from were just the different places in the city the pie was waiting for him each day. Now that it was held in Sherlock’s hands, all those impressions were gone, and Dean had nothing pulling at him.
It felt strange after so many years living in the walls.
Stretching out his legs in the blue waves of the scarf, Dean let himself relax, the even pace from the detective smooth and relaxing now that he had adjust
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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.

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart


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.

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart


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.

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart 


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?

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart


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.

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart 


Birth of a Nightmare

The beginning of what will become the Brothers Apart Multiverse.

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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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Side stories of Brothers Lost:

A Good Hunter 
Waking Up Tired 
Restless 


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 

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
Artwork by iamthetwickster 

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

Dean In The Forest by nightmares06
Artwork by Jennilah 

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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Dean of Nowhere :new:

A man without a home. A hunter without a family.

Dean Winchester comes from nothing and lives for no one, but dedicated his life to saving people in need. Now, an unexpected attack on two campers by one of their best friends draws Dean to Wellwood forest, towards an unexpected reunion.

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Supernatural Stories


commission - gentle giant by AshleeSherman

Bigfoot's a Hoax 

Out in the natural beauty of the Sylvan Lake State Park, a camper’s gone missing and is presumed dead at the same time as rumors about a honest-to-god giant appearing in the forest to stalk hikers and hunters crop up. Sam and Dean will need to unravel the mystery and keep their wits about them to solve this case.

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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.

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart


The Long Road Home

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

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Update 2/4/19: Back in town, and the contest continues! Remember, the option to switch out your prize for a copy of Bowman of Wellwood is there, for those who are looking to get a copy of PL1 's book!

Hello all followers and fans!

From January 10th, 2019 to April 10th, 2019, 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 April 10th.

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

Rules:

  1. Must be based on the Brothers Apart multiverse. Canon brothers will not be accepted unless they are dealing with Celeste’s curse victims 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 year there will be one contest and we’ll start with three winners (which will increase if enough interest is shown). Each contestant may submit up to two 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. Each entry must be uploaded for viewing online. This is not site specific, but it must be a publicly displayed work.
  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, archive of our own or other website entries, please send a message with the location of your entry to brothersapart.spn@gmail.com so a link to it can be displayed on tumblr for everyone to see.
  9. For the deviantart entries, 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.
  10. Each entry will be displayed on the Brothers Apart tumblr, wordpress site, and on nightmares06′s deviantart homepage.
  11. If you want to change either of your entries at any time for either contest, please message me through the BA email or a note on DA.
  12. There will be three prizes! One grand prize and two first prizes!
  13. One of the first place prizes will be decided by a poll, giving everyone a chance to vote for their favorite!
  • If there are any questions, please ask through the tumblr, deviantart or email!

Prizes:

Due to recent circumstances, the prizes have changed for this year. 

  • Early access to several chapters of 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!

Early access to a future story can be swapped out for a copy of Bowman of Wellwood, if anyone is interested in seeing Bowman Leafwing’s background with Jacob Andris, Bobby Loran and Chase Lisong. For this option, you must be willing to provide a mailing address to nightmares06.


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CHAPTER 20: Delivery Boy

John moved quietly while Dean and Moira went back and forth, heel-toeing it across the kitchen. He pulled a water bottle from the fridge, setting it on the counter for later, and picked around for something Dean should eat. Iron, B vitamins, vitamin C… he kept these in mind as he gathered a small collection and transferred them to a cutting board.

Using a small knife, he chopped a peanut from a bag of trail mix left lying in a drawer. Small, yet rich in protein, iron and B vitamins. Then he sliced off a tiny section of cheddar cheese from a small block for a bit of dairy. Lastly, John recalled that he had been rather busy at the clinic before Sherlock had called him home; he hadn't had time to eat the apple he'd grabbed that morning. After retrieving it from his coat pocket, he cut a small slice and chunked it into manageable pieces for small hands.

Once that was all done, John transferred a bit of each onto a torn-off corner of a paper towel. He poured a bit of water into a bottle cap and slid it and the food carefully within Dean's reach.

Then John went to the freezer for a cold pack. After what Sam had gone through with the ice packs for his bruises, the doctor spent one of his days off scouring the internet for friendlier, less messy alternatives to ice. After finding something surprising, John went out and bought a bag of mini marshmallows to keep in the freezer. Apparently they absorbed the cold really well, and since they were soft they were easier to apply to sore or achy spots on the body. Dean wouldn't have to deal with the wetness of melting ice, and he'd have something sweet to nibble on later if he liked.

As strange as it was, it was a better option, in theory.

Tearing open the plastic bag, John fished one marshmallow out and quickly placed it in front of Dean before the heat from his fingers could pass into it. "Cold pack," he explained, fishing around a drawer for a fastener to keep the bag shut when he put it away.

Dean pushed himself up with a grunt, dubiously eyeing the offerings left next to him. “Marshmallow?” he questioned, picking it up. With a mental shrug, he held it to his forehead. “Oh, that hits the spot,” he declared, propping his elbow on his knee so he could stay sitting up.

“What is it?” Moira asked, prodding the side of the fluffy white cylinder.

“Trust me, it tastes good,” Dean said. “Reminds me of campfires and s’mores, and…” Trailing off, he realized he was talking about a past Moira knew nothing about. “You’ll have to try some,” he said, hurriedly covering up his mistake.

He took a bit of cheese, no energy left in him to argue against the food, and started to eat through the scraps. “Where’s my duffel?” he asked curiously, glancing around the countertop as he searched for a way to drink the water.

John's brow shot up. "Oh! Right, yeah, ah, one sec," he stammered, twisting the marshmallow bag shut and shoving it into the freezer. Then he hurried into the main room to fetch Dean's duffel.

Whether it was the unprompted urgency John had applied to the request or the fact that he'd had time to distance himself from his guilt, John had no qualms about picking up the tiny bag this time. He was just as careful, though, as he ferried the duffel back into the kitchen and put it down on the counter within Dean's reach.

"Feeling any better?" he inquired, sinking into the chair once again. He was glad that Dean had taken the cold compress and was eating some of the food without complaint.

Dean angled his head from where he was propped against the marshmallow. “Much,” he said gratefully, snagging the strap of his duffel to drag it closer. He pulled out a sheaf of tinfoil, and was trying to sort it into a cup, one-handed, when Moira snatched it out of his hand with a knowing look.

“Sit still and get better,” she snipped at him, quickly making the cup and scooping water into it. “You’re not doing yourself any favors by pushing it.”

“Thanks, mom,” Dean said tartly. “Who’s the oldest here again?”

"That'd be me," John pointed out, easily drawing attention to himself. He was steadily learning how to control his voice around the smaller folk, especially at close proximity. However, John supposed he couldn't prevent himself from being an overwhelming presence to them even at his quietest.

With a shrug, John went on. "And as a doctor, I have to agree with Moira. You need rest. And eat up, you're gonna have to replenish your iron and vitamins to get your strength back."

Dean gave John a flat glare. “You two,” he griped, pointing first at Moira then at John, “are not supposed to be on the same side!”

“Oh hush and eat,” Moira said, shoving the sliver of peanut into Dean’s hand while he was distracted. “Or I will get our parents and you can explain all this to them!”

Her threat hung in the air while Dean silently assessed his younger sister. Begrudgingly, he took a bite of the peanut, not calling her bluff. He knew poker, and he knew when to play it safe. This was one of those times.

“See?” he snipped. “Eating.” He made an exaggerated swallowing motion, then drained the rest of his water cup. He’d barely pulled it from his mouth before Moira snatched it from his hand for a refill.

John smiled, glad to hear some of Dean's snark returning bit by bit. In spite of everything, he was thankful that Moira was on his side when it came to helping Dean. He supposed, if she stuck around after they found Sam, he and she could reach some other form of common ground beyond their concern for the brothers.

The door to the flat slamming downstairs broke John out of his thoughts and shattered the delicate peace he'd achieved.

"John!" Sherlock called as he thundered up the stairs, eliciting a cringe from the doctor. Pinching his nose, he propped an arm against the back of his chair and turned to face the door that led to the landing, which Sherlock inexorably burst through.

"I've got a match! Now all we have to…" The gleam in his eyes and his triumphant smile fell under John's glare and the sight of another figure on the counter next to Dean. A smaller, female figure.

Sherlock shot John an affronted look. "I said to call me if something happened."

"This just happened!" John shot back defensively.



Euan leaned against the rough brick wall of the alley between the base of operations and the next building over, taking a drag from a cigarette. He'd angrily burned through the first one too quickly, so he made a conscious effort to savor this one.

Honestly, he'd had enough grief from Sam all morning, Dakota had no right to undermine his position in front of the little pest. He left Euan no choice but to take extreme measures to control their upstart newbie. The professor certainly wasn't about to. The guy was like a rock, never moving or showing any emotion. Euan was surprised to get such a vehement reaction out of the older man.

Shaking his head, he inhaled deeply to fill his lungs with nicotine and tobacco smoke. He frowned when he felt a telltale squirm from Mark as he shied away from the stench whilst inside his pocket. Knowing full well that the little fellow couldn't bear it, Euan pulled open his coat and blew out the smoke toward the inside breast pocket. A smirk played across his lips when he smoothed down his coat and felt the tiny spasms of Mark's coughs.

The control he had over Mark made it all worth it at the end of the day. It didn't matter that Euan was younger than Dakota. He'd only been twenty-three when he'd captured the twins himself, and it didn't take him long to come up with a brilliant idea and to get the higher-ups to agree to it. One could say that this entire division was formed based on his concept! This was all here because of him!

Not that that mattered to Dakota; nothing seemed to. And Geoff and any of the other grunts they sent over to be strongmen usually just took the mickey out of Euan for the ways he played with his twins. He did his best to ignore them all. At nearly thirty years of age, he was a genius, even if no one recognized it.

After he'd finished his cigarette, he spent quite a lot of time at a coffee shop down the street, letting the bitter scent within mask the smell of nicotine in his clothes. Once his head was cleared, he would head back to the base, perhaps go and send Mark out to find more.

He was just about to get up and throw away his coffee cup when The Imperial March blasted from his trousers. He fumbled in his pocket for his mobile, answering the phone to silence it without checking the caller ID.

"Euan Rummage," he answered, tossing his cup in the bin and hurrying out to the street.

The voice that came over the phone had an aristocratic air to it, a warm feminine lilt. “Euan, darling. Just the man I wanted to talk to. I think you and me have a bit more time to spend together before I leave for America. You’ve had more than enough of an opportunity to assess that batch I brought over.”

Euan's steps stuttered a little in surprise, but he kept on walking to avoid suspicion from his fellow pedestrians. This was certainly unexpected, and could either be very good or very bad for him.

"Miss Chandler," he breathed. "Yes, of course, ma'am, they're all set and ready for purchase. Too soon for buyers, of course."

“Mmm, yes,” Mina said, a purr clear in her voice. “I do so hope they bring in plenty. It’s not often that we see such youth in a catch like the little girl, and Bree is already acclimated to such a life.”

Bree, the only one in that group that had spent extended time in the care of a human, stuck out among the others in her cage. She was too different from them now, and did her best to keep away. Mina had noticed the behavior first when she accepted the sale for a paltry hundred thousand, and Euan and the others got to see it first hand upon delivery.

“I will stop by today to settle things then,” Mina said. “Expect to see me soon and I do so hope you have the second half of the payment ready before I have to leave for my flight.” Her warm attitude covered up an icy edge to her voice. She dealt with the American side of things, and often brought unexpected amounts of these ‘borrowers’ to sell.

"Absolutely!" Euan nodded even though Mina wouldn't see it. They had just received an enormous sum of money, straight from the top. From higher up than the higher-ups Euan had appealed to all those years ago. "It's all in, just waiting for you. Anytime you need to stop by, ma'am."

“Excellent.” The satisfaction was thick in her voice. “Expect me by within the hour, darling, and don't keep me waiting. Ciao!”

There was a click on the other end of the phone line as Mina Chandler hung up, cutting the conversation short.

Euan's phone remained at his ear for a while after Mina hung up. Catching himself, he quickly put away his mobile and quickened his step. The others needed to be informed of this at once.

"Mina's on her way!" he announced the moment he burst into their main area. Geoff and Dakota were sitting at the table, on opposite sides and ends of it, the former stuffing his face with his takeaway lunch and the latter quietly sipping tea out of a thermos. Right on schedule, the borrowers had been given their own food scraps less than half an hour earlier. Both the humans perked up at Euan's statement, in varying degrees. "She'll be here within the hour."

"I'll get the case ready," said Dakota, already heading into a back room where the safe was kept. Geoff, on the other hand, looked like a deer in the headlights with half a taquito sticking out of his mouth.

"Well? Get off your arse!" Euan barked, waving a hand at the mess that had accumulated around Geoff. "Get this filth straightened out! Place looks like a sodding pigsty! "

Inside her cage, Anita recoiled far into the back corner as soon as Euan was in sight. Despite the fact that he didn't seem to be bothering much with them, the human was a wild card that she could not even begin to predict.

The Americans in the other cage didn’t react as much, past the startled flinches from the volume of Euan’s voice. Christian directed a scowl at the door, recognizing the name Mina from the woman who’d bought them and brought them here.

Kara was sitting close to her father, hesitantly eating the food given to her. Both the men had given her a portion of their share, trying to help her gain weight. She was already small for her age. Being captured by humans was doing her no favors.

The rest of the food in the cage was left by Bree and Sam. The blonde girl hadn’t touched her share yet, and everyone was agreed that they should leave Sam to get whatever sleep he could. Sam had gone through more in his short time there than any of the others, and Christian thought the kid looked younger and more vulnerable than he should with his leg bound and bruises showing on the visible parts of his arms.

Will he be okay?

And Christian still had no answer.
A Burglary at Baker Street 20
CHAPTER 20: Delivery Boy

The plot thickens, and the original seller of the Americans appears! 



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