CHAPTER 3: This Won't Hurt a Bit Dean’s hand slipped into the pocket with ease as Sam frowned. “What are you talking--” He trailed off. It took Dean seconds to curl his fingers around the tiny figure, sliding underneath Stan as the pocket moved to accommodate the hand the way it was made to. Then, the kid tumbled into Dean’s grip and he once again sealed him in a fist, withdrawing him into the cool night air. Stan barely had time to curl into a ball and fret about what was going to happen to him before gravity shifted around him and the fingers keeping him trapped unfurled, leaving the little guy sprawled on the hunter’s palm. He scrambled to sit up, freezing again under the gazes of two unknown humans now. Sam stared as Dean opened his hand, revealing the tiny figure in the center of his palm. “Found ‘im when the witch tossed me,” Dean said, a trace of satisfaction in his voice as he remembered the quick thinking reactions that had led to the tiny guy’s capture. “Whatcha think he
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CHAPTER 10: On the Road Again The following days were a mix of confusion and excitement for Oscar. Waking up in a huge room on a gigantic pillow left him dazed until he remembered where he'd fallen asleep. He'd found shortly after that Dean had curled an arm around the pillow protectively. Oscar was safe there, no matter what his instincts told him about the huge expanse of the room around him. Sometimes, the temptation would strike him to scurry into the walls again or to hide. His instincts, formed by a lifetime of living in the walls out of sight, weren't prepared for the open space around him all the time; even in the previous week, he'd spent most of his time in the walls. He still got to eat plenty of food, and he even found some time to work on his sewing when his nerves ran too high. That certainly fascinated his quiet human friend. Dean could scarcely see the needles Oscar used for his sewing. After their first full day, Dean had to go to school. Oscar, not wanting to stay
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CHAPTER 58: Reunited Bowman was jolted out of his reverie when the shoulder under him bobbed up and down once. He gripped Jacob's hood in surprise and turned a glare, only to find the human smirking at him in profile. “Go on, dude, we all know you want to. Find a leaf for these guys to play with or something.” Bowman raised an eyebrow, but didn't gripe. Last time he'd come back to the forest in the Impala, he'd all but stormed out the door to fly among the canopy again (much to Dean's annoyance). This time, he'd held back for the nestlings. One glance at them found Rischa waving him off with a knowing grin, and he had his answer. He was off like a shot. While Bowman frolicked in the air to celebrate their return, Jacob glanced to the side towards Dean and Sam. “Ready for a hike?” Dean took a deep breath of the forest air. "I think I can manage," he said, his mood undeniably chipper after the coffee combined with the supposed-angel's healing touch. Now that the pain in his ribs was
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CHAPTER 26: New Horizons Barely an hour later, Chase and Jacob were downstairs, talking in conspiratorial voices despite the appearance of an empty house. Keen eyes and ears could be just on the other side of any wall, for all they knew. "This is a pretty last-minute plan, Jake," Chase pointed out. "I'm kinda surprised." "I think you're just wishing you thought of it first." Jacob zipped a backpack closed, one that he'd had Chase run some errands to fill. "Think they see this coming?" "Doubt it. I didn't even see it coming 'til you popped back to your real size so easily." Chase carried the backpack while Jacob led the way upstairs. Jacob didn't bother trying to hide his footsteps. He walked lighter like he had learned after several stern warnings from Dean about the earthquakes he caused, but even so his footfalls shook the floor and announced his return long before he came back to the room. Hopefully, it concealed Chase's approach enough to hide what he had planned. Once back
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CHAPTER 14: Limbo
“I’ll take a coffee, black, with a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich,” Dean ordered at the drive-thru window. His voice remained gruff from waking up and not grabbing a drink.
Sam was down on the seat, calmly watching the bag where Logan was trapped with a steady eye. From there, he couldn’t be seen from the drive-thru window, and there were no walkways nearby for a passerby to peek in at him. He could have a few minutes where he was sitting on the seat just like anyone else did.
A shadow moved overhead and Sam craned his neck back. He watched as Dean steadily turned the wheel directly above, angling
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CHAPTER 10: A Case Closed; A Rescue Complete According to the note, Adam Cushing was murdered by one Logan Cook. Cook wrote it all down on several loose leaf pages, apparently an explanation of his actions. Cook had been married to Cushing's sister, Ashley Cushing, once, but it was all a lie. He got with her to get close to the true subject of his obsession: Adam. It was hard to glean from the note alone, but for some reason he was fixated on him. Perhaps it was some kind of hysterical love, or one of those situations where a person becomes so consumed by another person that they want to become them. Either way, this bloke was all kinds of loony, it sounded to Lestrade. After he professed his obsession, Adam rejected him, and soon Ashley ended things with Cook. He continued to stalk Adam from afar, confronting him when Adam started showing displeasure about Ashley becoming romantic with Adam's lifelong best friend, Rodger Hope. Their short conversation ended seemingly harmlessly
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Dean eyed up the clouds overhead, but was unable to keep his attention on the growing darkness.
He was laying on his back out in the field past Bobby's house, absently fiddling with some tools he'd taken from his dad's supply before the oldest of the Winchesters had taken off. It was a good distraction, taking apart the various spare parts Bobby kept around his junkyard, and a good way to avoid homework.
Sam wasn't far from the sixteen-year-old, busy exploring the ground around his older brother to see what was there. Dean kept a sharp ear out for the kid, always alert for any dangers that might lurk near them.
Sam was, after all, only jus
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Dean had grown somewhat adjusted to the heights he saw constantly from Sam's hands, but he felt he might never adjust to being so easily picked up and moved around by his younger brother.
When Sam stood, he had Dean standing in one hand and the other hand was occupied by the flashlight they had used to attempt to probe the inside of the walls with. Unfortunately, the entrance to the walls was too small for the flashlight or Sam to fit, and Dean could only make out the details to the edge of the area the light filled. Beyond that was solid darkness, where anything could be lurking.
Though he had a silver knife and his colt, Dean didn't want
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Jacob opted to sit at the corner of the bed once Dean was gone, settling his weight slowly and carefully. The pillow wobbled a little, and he tried to slow down his movements even more to avoid sending anyone rolling over the side. That done, he sent an amused grin Bowman's way.
"You'll have to try some more today since Sam missed your performance yesterday," he teased. "Dean practically had to hold onto him for a bunch of the car ride so he wouldn't fly in front of me while I was driving." The little guy had done laps between the dashboard and the back of the seat or Dean's shoulder.
Bowman flared his wings at
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A/N: This is the third part of the Brothers Adopted series, if you want to read the other parts, please follow this link.
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.
Jacob woke with a quiet groan, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes with a sluggish hand. His dreamless sleep had ended sooner than he expected, and for a long moment he couldn't figure out why. He slowly catal
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Welcome to the AU lounge! A place of relaxation conceived and helped designed by all the readers and visitors to the world of Brothers Apart! Stay awhile, kick up your boots, and have some pie!
Current AUs in the Lounge:
Brothers Together (Teenager big Dean; tiny kiddo Sam; tiny kiddo Oscar)
Brothers Apart (The original Dean and Sam)
Brothers Lost (Big Jacob with the tiny bros)
Brothers Found (Big Dean and Jacob, tiny Sam)
Brothers Adopted (Big Dean, tiny Sam and tiny Jacob) ****** Returning
Brothers Asunder (Big Jacob, spritely Sam and Bowman)Sam busied himself checking the last of the belts, giving the last one a sharp yank to confirm it
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Together, the Winchesters were able to piece together the events of that night.
Somehow, Sam had grown to a giant, and stopped the werewolf in its tracks. Restrained the werewolf long enough for Dean to dart in, sinking his silver knife into its throat, taking out the threat.
After that, Sam somehow lost his giant stature, diminishing to just a few inches in height. Dean had tracked him down, and pocketed him for safe-keeping.
“I can’t believe you stuck me in a pocket,” Sam muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a thumb.
Dean sent him a side-eyed look, both hands firmly on the wheel of the Impala as they got the h
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Bree gasped as she saw a large, blue-winged butterfly swoop down from the edge of the roof she was sitting under next to Sam. Its beautiful, iridescent wings caught the last beams of sunlight, shimmering a radiant color she hadn't seen before.
Sam laughed, holding out his good arm. The butterfly was not bothered by the two small people standing there, and alighted on his arm, antennae brushing against his hair and tickling at his face. Sam turned towards Bree. "Have you seen one before?" he asked, his eyes glowing.
She nodded, her eyes wide. "But only from the window in Beth's room," she confided in Sam.
"Here," he said, clasping her hand.
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The door to the rundown house creaked open slowly. Dean peered around the edge of the door, gun at the ready. Once he decided the coast was clear he motioned for his brother to follow. Sam slipped in and glanced over to Dean, arching his eyebrows. "So, you're sure that this was the last house the vic was seen in?" he whispered.
"Yeah, of course I am, Sammy!" Dean snapped. "I know how to do my damn job. Friends had him out here on a dare. House has been abandoned for about 15 years. Last owners moved out real fast when they lost their father. Craig here is lucky victim number three to disappear in the house thi
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CHAPTER 10: A Case Closed; A Rescue Complete According to the note, Adam Cushing was murdered by one Logan Cook. Cook wrote it all down on several loose leaf pages, apparently an explanation of his actions. Cook had been married to Cushing's sister, Ashley Cushing, once, but it was all a lie. He got with her to get close to the true subject of his obsession: Adam. It was hard to glean from the note alone, but for some reason he was fixated on him. Perhaps it was some kind of hysterical love, or one of those situations where a person becomes so consumed by another person that they want to become them. Either way, this bloke was all kinds of loony, it sounded to Lestrade. After he professed his obsession, Adam rejected him, and soon Ashley ended things with Cook. He continued to stalk Adam from afar, confronting him when Adam started showing displeasure about Ashley becoming romantic with Adam's lifelong best friend, Rodger Hope. Their short conversation ended seemingly harmlessly
A/N: This is the fourth part of the Brothers Consulted series, and the start of the second season. If you want to read the full series and the prequel, please visit the Masterpost of Stories. After being cooped up in Baker Street for months while recovering, Sam Winchester finally gets the chance for a day out. Little do he and John Watson expect their walk to take a turn for the interesting when they spot something-- or someone-- hiding down an alley. Meanwhile Sherlock Holmes and Dean Winchester are left to their own devices, resulting in the least boring day on record for the Consulting Detective and his borrower friend. CHAPTER 1: A Planned Day Out Artwork by Soluscheese "So…you ready?" John rubbed his hands together in anticipation for the day. No strict plans, no agenda and no trouble in sight, just a simple outing. With Sam, whose leg had been healing for weeks and, with careful deliberation and care from Dean and the resident doctor, was finally working toward
CHAPTER 9: Passing Ships in the Night Sam smiled at the lack of fear in Elyssa now compared to such a short time ago. The injury (and likely their shared blindness) had distracted her from where they were: out in the open, no places to hide in sight. Though Sam was used to this, his back still crawled when he was exposed, and he could feel the light touch of John’s regard on the back of his neck, a sensation he had partially grown numb to after adjusting to the humans in the flat. “Will she be able to walk?” Sam asked, sitting back on his haunches, one hand gripping the edge of her sleeve and looking above, where John must be. John almost nodded again, catching himself and answering, "It might sting for a while, but as long as you don't overdo it you should be fairly mobile, Elyssa." He was glad to hear that Elyssa's wound felt better, and she didn't seem to object to any aspects of his bandaging. It took a huge weight off his heart to know he could pull even a simple procedure
CHAPTER 11: Accolades Sam turned to John, his cheeks aflame. "That... that was something else," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked back towards John, his mind only just starting to catch up with him after the kiss. "Warmed to you after all, it seems," John agreed in a whisper with a light chuckle. He did his best to keep his voice from reaching anyone who might be nearby in the wall, but he had no guarantees. There was almost no way to be absolutely quiet amongst people so small. John had noticed Sam comforting Elyssa throughout the process, which wasn't unexpected considering she'd never been medically treated by a human before. In hindsight, they probably should've seen such a sign of gratitude coming. Offering his hand once more, John grinned and said, "How 'bout we air that one out at the park for a bit before we head back." Sam shook his head to try and rid himself of some of his flush, his cheeks warmer than normal as he stepped onto John’s hand. “Works
CHAPTER 13: A Study in hands Lestrade's brow lifted slightly, following Sherlock's gaze. He recognized the meandering steps, he'd seen it many times over in much larger individuals. "Doesn't drink much, does he?" Lestrade inferred with a glance at Sherlock. "No," the detective answered tersely, keeping a sharp eye on his small friend. Reaching the bit of table that stretched past Sherlock, Dean paused to briefly survey the room beyond before turning back, not acknowledging the two humans watching him intently. With their eyes so far over his head, he might not have even noticed the attention. Something new caught Dean’s attention, and he began to wander again. Sherlock’s hands tended to scoop him up and throw off his balance, but now he could see a different hand relaxing on the table, apart from the detective. Lestrade, where he had his arm casually resting on the table, didn’t send any warning alerts to Dean’s instincts, and he set off in a new direction, his curiosity, so long
CHAPTER 14: The Case of Dean Vs Hand Lestrade gaped openly, awed by the sensation of Dean's hands pulling up on his finger and hardly making an impression. Even as it lay there relaxed, with Lestrade making no conscious effort to keep it in place, his finger barely budged for all Dean's effort. He couldn't leave Dean struggling, so following the little fellow's clear goal, Lestrade lifted his finger to wherever Dean guided it. If one didn't know better, they'd get the impression that Dean had done it on his own. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at Dean and Lestrade's antics, looking the borrower up and down in comparison to the finger. "Not you, certainly," he said in cold honesty, providing an answer to Dean’s question of who was taller. Instead of being put off by the blunt answer, Dean’s lips flattened as he mulled it over. Any sign of being disheartened by Sherlock’s assessment was erased by the amount of focus Dean needed to follow through with simple motions while he was
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CHAPTER 15: Drunk, Drunker, Drunkest Dean didn’t seem to notice Sam’s concern. He perked up when he heard Sam’s voice, searching for his younger brother on John’s figure before waving him on. “Sammy!” he called out in greeting, the syllables slurring together. “You’ve gotta try the whiskey!” John arched an eyebrow at Dean, recognizing the signs of inebriation. That at least explained a tiny fraction of what was going on. John had severe looks for Sherlock and Lestrade as he lifted a hand to his shoulder and approached the table warily. Whatever was happening and had happened, John knew where Sam needed to be. Despite knowing ahead of time that John was in on the whole tiny people affair, Lestrade somehow didn't expect the doctor to arrive with the other half of the Winchester brothers riding on his shoulder just like Dean had done with Sherlock. It was with no small amount of awe that he watched John lower Sam to the table. The younger brother he'd heard quite a bit about amid
CHAPTER 12: I Just Met You and This Is Crazy, but Here’s My Shot Glass, so Fill It Maybe Now if Dean had any idea of ‘limits,’ or the other two at the table realized just how much he’d already had to drink, since his one drop was much larger than that compared to his bean-sized stomach, he would have stopped or been cut off. What actually happened was Dean looked around the table in search of more. Realizing Lestrade had already helped himself to a second glass, Dean sent Sherlock a glare for failing to be a good host and providing more whiskey. With his options narrowed down to either interrupting Sherlock mid-story or securing his own second glass, Dean decided on the latter. Lestrade had that same glazed look that John adopted when Sherlock really got on a bend. The glass of whiskey was on Lestrade’s half of the table, guarded closely by one of the DI’s hands, but it hadn’t been picked up yet for a sip since being refilled. Dean gave himself at least five minutes before Lestrade
CHAPTER 8: Whiskey, Neat! Sherlock, of course, was paying close attention to Dean now that Lestrade had made himself known. He noticed the tiniest shift in Dean's weight, and if there was anything Sherlock had picked up from watching the borrower train with Agent Baker, it was what Dean looked like when he was about to bolt. The only place Dean could possibly run was to the vent, and that was the last thing Sherlock needed right now. Lestrade had already seen him, there was hardly a point in hiding, especially in the walls. With his vision the way it was and his nerves on high, Sherlock would have no way of knowing how far Dean had gone, how long he'd plan to be in there, and no way after him. There had to be a clever way through this that didn't involve hanging around a vent to coax Dean back into the open, and he would find it no matter what it took. So before Dean could go dashing off, Sherlock scooped up the smaller man and quickly lifted him to his shoulder. This was at least a
CHAPTER 7: Duality The flood of light caught Sam and Elyssa off-guard, blanketing the world around them and washing out all the details until all that was left was a field of light. Sam, sitting there calmly with his hands on Elyssa’s leg, holding down her bandage, watched John as he set up the new contraption. He wasn’t afraid, recognizing the magnifier for what it was and approving the idea inwardly. The light came before he could look away, blinding him and sending him reeling. Elyssa’s reaction was much quicker. When Sam’s hands jerked away from her leg, trying to cover his eyes in defense, she scrambled to her knees and attempted to hobble. There was no real destination in mind with her just as blinded as the other borrower, so long as it was away from that light. Sam lost balance when Elyssa brushed past him, landing on his back with his eyes covered. "Sorry!" John blurted, hurriedly shutting the light off when he saw how the borrowers on the table reacted to it. His hand