“Dean, wait! ” Jacob cried, lifting one hand as if he might halt the towering human himself. His eyes were wide and his heart pounded, residual from the sharp reaction he’d gotten. Dean’s walls had slammed down like a ton of bricks, quickly enough to almost cause whiplash.
Jacob hadn’t given him the time he needed to cool off. He suddenly doubted any amount of time was enough.
“Please, you gotta listen to me,” he yelled, trying to ensure Dean could hear his tiny voice from his full height. Normally, Jacob would want to back off, but this was too important.
Jacob didn’t get a sound out before Dean’s fist slammed into the table, not even six inches away.
The surface bounced beneath his boots and the sound rang even more ominously than the humans’ voices. Jacob stumbled backwards with his wide eyes fixed on that fist. It would have left nothing of him if it landed on his body.
I hadn’t really thought that far ahead! I bet the Winchesters (any set, if we consider the @brothersapart multiverse) would find this just as crazy as Bowman and Jacob do. Jacob would have even more mother henning to worry about while he’s so little, regardless of how big the Winchesters are!
Inspiration can come up and bite us at the most random times, so I wouldn’t say it’s impossible.
Brothers Apart 