“I could be a pirate, or a cowboy, or a, ooh! An astronaut!”
Sam was rambling on about dressing up for something called Hollowbean. Oscar didn’t understand what the fuss was about. A hollow bean didn’t sound very appealing to Oscar, but Sam seemed very excited by it. The two were up on the bed sitting in front of Dean, who was stretched out on his stomach and watching his little brother’s animated chatter with amusement.
“Why don’t you be a clown?”
“Dean, no! That’s dumb,” Sam said, making a face. Dean just chuckled.
“You’re just afraid of them, that’s w
If You Give a Crow a Pastry by TorchMLP, literature
Literature
If You Give a Crow a Pastry
This is for nightmares06 Brothers Apart contest. Go check out all of the awesome submissions! And if you want more on Sam and Bowman, check out their story Sam of Wellwood!
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It was a lazy day. The sun was bright in the sky, casting patterned shadows across the forest from the fluffy clouds that drifted high overhead. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze, a quiet wind that barely rustled the newly budded spring leaves. It was within one of those trees that Sam Winchester and his adopted brother, Bowman Leafwing, were enjoying a break from their patrol. Bowman was stretched out acro
“I could be a pirate, or a cowboy, or a, ooh! An astronaut!”
Sam was rambling on about dressing up for something called Hollowbean. Oscar didn’t understand what the fuss was about. A hollow bean didn’t sound very appealing to Oscar, but Sam seemed very excited by it. The two were up on the bed sitting in front of Dean, who was stretched out on his stomach and watching his little brother’s animated chatter with amusement.
“Why don’t you be a clown?”
“Dean, no! That’s dumb,” Sam said, making a face. Dean just chuckled.
“You’re just afraid of them, that’s w
If You Give a Crow a Pastry by TorchMLP, literature
Literature
If You Give a Crow a Pastry
This is for nightmares06 Brothers Apart contest. Go check out all of the awesome submissions! And if you want more on Sam and Bowman, check out their story Sam of Wellwood!
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It was a lazy day. The sun was bright in the sky, casting patterned shadows across the forest from the fluffy clouds that drifted high overhead. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze, a quiet wind that barely rustled the newly budded spring leaves. It was within one of those trees that Sam Winchester and his adopted brother, Bowman Leafwing, were enjoying a break from their patrol. Bowman was stretched out acro
2. Wow, you're so tiny now! (Do you trust me?) by Firenze11, literature
Literature
2. Wow, you're so tiny now! (Do you trust me?)
“Wow, you’re so tiny now!”
Gilbert jumped in surprise. He spun around and saw his girlfriend’s beautiful brown eyes staring at him through the vent. Gilbert continued his turn and was about to start running when he realized how ridiculous he was being.
First off, running away from girls was not a habit that Gil wanted to get into. Secondly, this particular girl would be able to find him no matter where he went in the house.
Gil stopped, and turned to face those beautiful eyes again. Gil frowned when he saw a shadow of hurt in them, but the shadow went away quickly.
“I knew you could grow taller,” Raven
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
So this is what cabin fever felt like.
The rickety old bed creaked rather alarmingly as Dean shifted in place, trying to find a comfortable spot against the headboard. Two weeks, just two weeks crashing at Bobby’s place, and he didn’t think he could take much more of it. All this getting up and going to school and eating at a normal time and finishing his homework before Bobby tore him a new one was not as glamorous as it had first appeared. “Civilian” life was definitely overrated in some ways.
But with Sam’s new situation, things had definitely needed to change.
After the fateful encounter with that witch, D