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Jacob paused and blinked deliberately. A sudden shift of his surroundings caught him off guard enough that he stiffened, taking in a sharp breath. They weren’t in the Impala anymore, shortly after he’d agreed to travel with the Winchesters. The key to the car, like precious metal, was nowhere to be found, along with any of their other possessions.
They were in … a bar? A diner?
He frowned around the room, noticing the arcade machines lined up against one wall. There was a kid by one of them, a teen only a handful of years younger than Jacob. He was intent on the screen, not even noticing Jacob’s sudden appearance there.
There were two others that he could see, both at the bar. One man stood behind it, and gave him a knowing smirk and a nod. Jacob was too bamboozled to return the greeting right away.
His plan to walk over there and find out what was going on stopped abruptly when he took a closer look at the other guy, leaning against the bar with a glass in one hand.
Tall, sporting a worn leather jacket and jeans, and with a spike of light-brown hair atop his head, the man was the spitting image of Dean, who was currently perched on Jacob’s shoulder, not quite four inches tall.
He stared for another beat of hesitation, and then realized that the guy didn’t just look like Dean. He was Dean. No curse on him, standing at full human size. Enjoying a drink at the bar while a tiny double of himself stood on someone’s shoulder several yards away.
“Uh. Okay,” he muttered, glancing to his shoulders without turning his head. “What’s …” he trailed off, finally noticing the tiny furniture resting on top of all other other furniture in the room. Perfect miniatures of each table, with their own chairs and some place settings here and there. A glance at one of the unoccupied arcade machines revealed a tiny Winchester-sized console on the panel.
“Yeah, so this is weird,” he finally managed a full sentence. “Guys, what do I do?”
They were interrupted before either of the tiny brothers with him could respond. “C’mon in!” called the Dean that loitered at the bar. “They have all you can eat pie.”
That certainly made the Dean with Jacob perk right up. “Pie?”
Sam rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t see Dean from where he sat. That tone of voice was easily recognizable. “Dude, you had an entire slice of pie to yourself a few weeks ago.”
“But pie.”
The Dean waiting for them at the bar gestured at the seats. “Just watch your step. I’m not sure where Oscar got off to. The others are playing Mario.”
Others. Jacob glanced at the arcade console and realized that there must be other people Sam and Dean’s– his Sam and Dean– size over there. He couldn’t see them past the teenager, but some notion popped into his head that they must be Sams.
Plural Sams and Deans. Holy shit.
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