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XD So many ideas for Jacob and the smol smols.

Well, we only just finished writing it. We’re in the process of editing another story, and the editing will take longer than it took to write. After that, one of our beta readers will go over it for us to make sure it’s good for posting. So you won’t see it in the upcoming polls for a bit.

We do have other ideas that include giants, but none that include the burrow currently. We’re working on some of the other ideas for our other storylines we came up with while we were writing giant Jacob, and have a bit of a backlog for the other AUs that we put off to write it. What happens, happens! There will be plenty for everyone to love :3

–Our normal inspiration system is usually just one of us going I have an idea and the other going oh, no.

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(first post)

XD Jacob has good reason to be paranoid here, at least. They are but small grains of rice to him. He’ll have to watch out when he talks. Little guys like that can’t take a lot of volume from someone his size! Plus on the other hand, Jacob might not hear them if they say something to him (Bowman would be pissed if he couldn’t scold Jacob).

Regular Sam at least has a bit of experience climbing sharp cliffs, like elevator shafts, though the smol versions of him take it to a whole new level! He’d be fascinated to see one of him climb himself, especially since he knows he’s a tall guy.

The folds would be pretty intricately detailed. A normal smol could easily fit their fingers through the holes of most fabrics (especially the flannel that the Winchesters wear), so someone that’s that much smaller might be able to stick their entire arm in. @.@ That’s a lot of fabric. 

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Logan Guthrie is none other than the main antagonist of Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood! For anyone that’s read that story, they know him as a game hunter who’s irrational when it comes to sprites… and definitely isn’t prepared to discover anyone Sam’s size. 

Now… it’s time to find out exactly what would happen if we put him up against none other than Dean Winchester in a fight for the Wellwood forest.

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He probably will, at some point or other. Dean will have to get sick, eventually. I’m sure it’s hard to keep Dean pinned in one place for long, so Sam will have his work cut out for him!

If anyone wants to read a little short of sick!Dean and caring!Sam, check out Take Care, by @chewbaccaaah!

And there’s a scene with Sam taking care of his very-much-larger brother in A Lich of Sense as well, and Dean is certainly not feeling himself in that!

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Most likely! Sam and Dean spend a lot of time around Bobby’s. Though it’ll be a few years before Rumsfeld is around, eventually the pup will discover the hidden burrow out in the field and chances are he’s going to want to introduce wee Sammy to his friends. Keeping Dean out of the way will be the hard part.

Arthur will not like this at all, especially since it usually ends with Dean tracking down his baby brother (Rumsfeld, you really gotta warn Dean about these things before just darting off with Sam).

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Aww, the cuties on jello! Most likely, Sam’s not gonna bounce on jello. He’s small, but he’s the much heavier of the pair, and he wears his strong little boots. Oscar, on the other hand, is practically weightless. His cloth wraps around his feet make him a much better ninja (against anyone but Dean!), so as long as you don’t tell him jello is food, he’ll bounce away and wobble around.

Of course, if you tell him it’s food, he’ll be much busier eating it to bother with bouncing.

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No worries about spoilers over here! In fact, out of all three of the curse victims we have in our AUs (Dean, Sam and Jacob), Jacob is the slowest.

Compared to the brothers, he has the least experience. He also tends to be more deliberate in his actions, and is the least likely to jump into things without thinking (or looking). He won’t be breaking any of Sam’s records for a long, long time.

Here’s an excerpt with our smol Jacob trying to keep up with his adopted brother Sammy!

When Sam darted towards the table, Jacob was quick to follow. As he ran he took his grappling rope from where he’d propped it on his shoulder and got a solid grip around the hook so it didn’t bounce against him as he ran. He felt his pulse pounding in his hands. The open air yawned above them, but Jacob managed not to gape around at everything as he ran.

Focus. Focus was key.

He stumbled to a stop at the base of the table. Staring straight up, Jacob uncoiled the twine in his hands. He knew without looking that Sam was doing the same with his own grappling line, a fishhook and some clear, sturdy fishing line. Jacob reared back, ready to throw his hook straight into the air, following the example Sam and Walt had set time and time again. At least this was something Jacob had figured out how to do fairly quickly; ever since shrinking, he’d found he was a lot stronger than he’d expect, and throwing something like a small hook up to the table was easy for him.

Of course, getting the hook that high was only half the battle. While Sam’s grappling hook caught on the edge of the table, Jacob’s bounced off it and fell back down. “Fuckdammit,” he swore, gathering up the twine to try again.

Sam was already well ahead of him. Thankfully, the hook caught on the second throw, and Jacob could begin his cautious climb upwards. He was more careful, less sure of himself, so he took more time to squirrel his way up to the table. Jacob always kept his focus on the rope in front of him, praying his grip never wavered.

Sam reached the top of the table in no time, hauling himself over the edge. He did a brief check of how secure the grip of his and Jacob’s hooks were, making sure that Jacob’s wouldn’t slip on him. They’d leave the hooks at the ready for the trip down, or for any emergencies. It was a bad idea to remove their only escape path. Climbing down the legs of the table with nothing more than hands and feet was a dangerous and slow venture, not one to risk if it could be avoided.

He waited by the edge while Jacob made his way to the top, surveying the room from above. Getting such a point of view was rare, and was something that needed to be taken advantage of when possible.

When Jacob reached the top, Sam offered him a hand to help him over the edge. He eyed the immense door at the other end of the room while he did so, narrowing his eyes at the serene sunlight that filtered its way into the room.