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At first, the tingling on Sam’s neck was sporadic. He only got a glance or two from the mother, and on occasion the clerk would stare around at the displays as well, keeping her eyes on all the toys in the building and probably watching out for any possible theft that could occur.

Each time her eyes passed over his spot, the pricking returned. And, as the door swung open, admitting the next family in, it burst into a fire. One little boy’s eyes were glued to the display case immediately, and he ran right over. Sam forced himself to stop trembling, though his instincts were quailing under the oversized, too-close scrutiny.

The boy’s voice rang out. “Mooooomm, we should get one of these!” The eyes were covetous as they stared at the knife that had been lovingly handcrafted by Dean, outstretched in Sam’s shaky, clammy hand. The child’s hand landed on the glass close by, grubby fingerprints smudging the clear surface.

Sam couldn’t hide a flinch at the sound, or the size of the hand that stretched higher than his head, but the child was already staring beseechingly up at his mom, large eyes trying to get her to go along with his plan. Her shadow fell over Sam as she leaned in, piercing blue eyes spotting the price tag that was tied to his leg.

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May 11th excerpt:

Melody stooped to pick up what looked like an action figure from in front of the small section of Pokemon toys. She wrapped a hand around it casually, only noting that it was clearly out of place with the bright and colorful Pikachus and Char-whatevers. She hadn’t even bothered to put her purse on the counter yet; she’d spotted it all the way from the front of the store with just a passing glance. Probably Lloyd shirking cleanup for the closing shift again.

She carried it at her side to the front counter, her hand swinging slightly with each step. She tossed her purse on the cluttered shelf below the register with a casual flick of the wrist, and the bag gave a muffled clatter as her belongings banged against each other. Then, pushing a handful of her beaded braids behind her ear, Melody lifted the action figure up to take a look at it.

Her nose immediately wrinkled and her brow pinched in irritation. “God dammit, Lloyd,” she muttered. “How many times I gotta tell him to quit letting people play with the expensive shit?”

This model was clearly more than just an action figure. It was a custom made piece, without a doubt. She couldn’t even see the joints. She gently tilted the little man’s head with a finger and thumb, careful not to strain the delicate work. She brushed along the hem of the tiny jacket and smirked at the itty bitty boots. The little toy even had a very real-looking knife clutched in its hand.

She turned the action figure over to look for its tag, but something else caught her attention. The little messenger bag hanging over its shoulder … “Oh, for fu- really, Lloyd?” There was a mini stuffed in the bag, one of those D&D type toys barely over an inch tall.

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April 12th excerpt:

Sam was holding his handcrafted knife in front of himself in a defensive position, legs bent in one of the stances Dean had taught him. If he had brighter clothing on, he would fit right in with the action figures they sold at the toy stores around the country, only he was far more realistic.

Dean’s voice went on overhead as Sam started to sweat. “This one we had custom made.”

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April 11th excerpt: 

Dean went on. “That’s one of our smallest toys. My brother just keeps it around because our dad gave it to him before he passed. I mean, when you hold it up to,” his hand reached into his pocket, “this, there’s really no comparison.”

His fingers looped firmly around Sam’s body. He could feel his little brother trembling even as he was withdrawn into the light. Regret hammered in Dean’s chest in an accusatory pattern. He knew from experience that a child finding him and treating him like a toy scared Sam more than almost anything else, and here they were, pretending he was one. At his size, he looked like a super-realistic action figure. At the moment, it was the only chance they had.

Once Sam was out of the pocket, he froze up. Every instinct in him was screaming at him to get away, get under cover and hide! One human had a hand wrapped around him, another was staring greedily at him like he was the world’s coolest toy.

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If Dean got arrested, all of his stuff would get confiscated. Sam would have to freeze up and pretend to be an action figure, hoping that the person who grabbed him out of Dean’s pocket didn’t tighten their hand just a little too much and break anything. He’d have to hide that he breathes, and blinks, and do his best not to react at their forceful handling of his older brother.

Sam would be placed with Dean’s possessions in evidence bags, leaving him to have to cut himself an airhole to breathe from until he was left alone. Once no one was around, he’d cut himself out, find a way out of lockup, and get back to Dean. He could pick the lock on Dean’s cuffs and get them both out of there.