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Happy birthday 🎂 🥳

Rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: Haim, Mish, Mercy, probably since others

Zodiac sign: Capricorn (or rat)

Height: 5′7"

Last Thing You Googled: Fear of being stared at (socopophobia) for tags.

Favourite Music Artists: Does drum corps count (BAC)? I also like Holst?

Song Stuck In My Head: There’s a recital going on right now but some voice major was singing Make Our Garden Grow in the lobby, so I guess my whole rookie year show is stuck in my head.

Last Movie you watched: Monsters Inc

What are you wearing right now: Work uniform (white button-down, black pants, black shoes that are secretly Dinkles).

Why did you choose your URL: Oh boy, it’s a lot. It kind of boils down to a big pun on my name.

Do you have any other blogs: I have a whole hoard of them, including but not limited to: two art blogs, an education blog, a drum corps blog, a food blog, and some vent blogs. They’re all inactive, though (but I do also have a social media job).

What did your last relationship teach you: Straight toxicity? All mainstream relationship models are a meaningless farce??

Religious or spiritual: Spiritual atheist, but the last person I told didn’t seem to think that was worth anything?

Favorite color: Red or grey.

Average hours of sleep: It’ll either be 10 or 2. Ideal is 12.

Lucky Number: 4

Favorite Characters: Javert, the 11th doctor, Kitty Winter, Douglas Richardson, Sebastian Moran, John Watson…

How many blankets do you sleep with: My bed is a pile of blankets that are too short for me and I usually end up falling asleep with one around my shoulders and two or more on my body.

Dream Job: Spanish teacher and marching band (or drum corps) tech.

All the love for borrower!anon. ^^ And for the hints they left me in my askbox, however you go about it, I can’t wait.

And the story is revealed!

Back when Sam was first cursed, he met Walt and Mallory after being knocked out for a week. By this time, John and Dean were long gone from the motel, but Sam didn’t know that. So when Walt and Mallory couldn’t take Sam to his brother, he panicked and ran, stumbling his way into a motel room where a kid was staying.

Now, in Brothers Apart, Sam was rescued by Walt.

Here, in Brothers Unexpected, the opposite happened. The kid (a five year old Jacob who’s on vacation with his parents) stumbles upon the tiny ten year old who is panicking. 

Giving us a new AU with one Weechester and one bby Jake!

For all who are familiar with Brothers Apart, this sneak peek is also canon for that story. This is what happened the day Sam woke up and found himself cursed. It only changes at the end.

The blue-eyed man brushed Sam’s messy hair back. “My name’s Walt, and this is Mallory,” he introduced, his voice remaining level. “A few days ago, you and your brother got attacked. Do you remember that?”

Sam nodded mutely.

“That lady… the w-itch…” Walt was uncertain as he enunciated the word as though he’d never said it before. “She hit you with something. Some… spell. After it was cast, your brother couldn’t see you.”

Walt swallowed thickly. “We got you out before you got hurt more… but Sam… your family. They’re gone. The witch ran and they chased her.”

Sam’s eyes started to spill over. “N...no,” he mumbled. “Dean wouldn’t leave me. They wouldn’t abandon me!” By the end, he was shouting, his thin voice going up an octave in his panic. The memories in his mind clamored for attention. They overlapped and caused his breath to hitch.

Both Walt and Mallory flinched at the sound of his shout, eyes nervously flashing to their ceiling. Mallory put a delicate hand on Sam's shoulder. “Sam, they never wanted to,” she said in her lyrical voice. “They thought the witch killed you and just wanted to…” She trailed off, her eyebrows furrowing uncertainly.

“She cursed you, Sam,” Walt cut in gruffly. “Everyone you knew is a giant. That’s why they didn’t see you and that’s why we had to get you out of there. They’re dangerous.”

A silence stretched out between them. Sam’s hand started to shake, more of the cup crumpling inwards as a tear slid down his cheek. “G-giants?” he asked timidly.

Something in his mind clicked before Walt could get out another word. “No! ” Sam stated firmly. “Dean’s not… Dean would never...” His words jumbled and he started to hyperventilate.

Sam shoved the covers off. His water splashed out of the deformed cup. Droplets of water spilled onto the wooden flooring.

Hot. He was too hot.

The world was too cold but he was too hot.

Walt just barely managed to catch the metal cup as it fell, but it was too late.

Sam stumbled out of the bed… nest… fabric. He almost fell over to dodge a well-meaning grab from Mallory, her face covered with sympathy. Sam squirmed between the two people that had saved his life, his desperation giving him energy to escape.

He needed to go. Dean was out there, he had to be.

Sam just had to find him.

Shoving the fabric draped over the doorframe, Sam ignored the cries of alarm that came from his former room. His eyes darted around the new room, and he quailed at the sight of a penny casually kicked against the side of the wall.

It was large enough to serve as a dinner plate.

No, they’re making it up. They’re lying, they have to be!

As soon as he saw another doorframe, Sam ran for it. He had to get out before they grabbed him and put him back in bed. There might not be another chance for escape. Dean always told him to watch out for himself. A hand brushed reflexively against the knife tucked away in his soft tan jacket and Sam prayed he never had to use it.

There was a block in front of the door. It was heavy, but Sam shoved it to the side. The adrenaline filling him made his hands shaky, but it gave him energy he could draw on. He needed to get away, he needed to escape.

A dark passageway arched overhead. The panic that Sam was drowning in refused to let him really see it. He couldn’t make out the cobwebs that lurked in the unreachable corners. The nails in the wooden walls were bigger than his hand but his eyes just brushed over them. He needed to run.

And so he ran.

Wind whipped Sam’s hair into a frenzy. In the distance, the sound of boots came. He was being followed. Panic lent speed to his strides, and Sam pushed himself like he’d never pushed himself before. It was a race. He needed to find a way out of this dark world before that Walt could catch him. It was as simple as that.

Sam’s eyes flashed from side to side as he searched for a way out. The dark walls were dusty, but footprints could be made out in the thick dust. Sam set himself to following them, driven by desperation. He was only ten, and his legs weren’t as long as Walt’s. If it took him too long to find help, he’d lose the race.

“Sam! Wait up, please! You don’t understand!”

Sam pushed the voice out of his mind and ran even faster, if that was possible. A wood splinter jutted out, nearly tripping the young kid up, but he only stumbled, scraping one hand against the ground. The skin was raw and red as he forced himself to run again.

He spotted a light in the distance, and a tiny bubble of hope filled his chest.

A way out.

There was another shout, but Sam didn’t even hear it this time. The wall gave way to an opening where the light was, and Sam felt triumph fill his chest as it turned out to be warm motel room light. He was safe. He could just walk out the door and go search for…

Any thought he had in mind trailed off as Sam skid to a halt.

Something was more than wrong. The room was distorted, the beds and walls arching up over his head by what seemed like miles. He’d run right past the gigantic nightstand, thinking it was just another hallway, leaving him exposed in the center of the floor.

11. Describe your ideal day

My ideal day…. Well, I guess any day that’s worry/stress free. A day I can just relax with a video game or a show or a good book. Maybe later I’d go chat with some of my favorite peeps, or just lay around and daydream. I might draw or write, maybe try to put together a neat outfit. Bonus points if my favorite fics update on that day ;)I dunno, any day that I can do whatever I feel in the moment and be anxiety-free for once would be pretty ideal.

15. Five most influential books over your lifetime

Ooohhhh that’s tough. I’ve read and loved so many books, it’s hard to say which ones have influenced me the most. The Lord of the Rings was a pretty big thing for me. It really inspired my love for fantasy/adventure type literature. Little Women by Louisa Alcott was a book I adored as a kid. I loved the characters so much and the way they developed throughout the book was simply wonderful. Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer is a brilliant series that I’ve read several times through. I love how it combined fairy tales with the modern world and the characters are amazing and man now I want to read it all again. Brian Jacques’ Redwall was a series I’ve always loved. The idea that there were all these little animal running around having great adventures was really inspiring for me. I will always be sad that I never got to meet the author… Omg I can’t think of a fifth one D: Uuummmm I loved The Shining? That book got me more into horror. It’s really good and super spoopy, but yeah I’m not really good at writing scary stuff unfortunately.

Thank you!  Both for reading it and for being so encouraging and dear.  I’m actually having a lot of fun with Do Not Go Gentle... it’s a purely self-indulgent kind of work that just puts all the things that push my buttons pell-mell into a single work.