July 12th excerpt:

“Do you really think we should leave the Impala here with the truck?” Sam asked in concern, his brow furrowed. “It’s a dead giveaway if they do find the truck, and we won’t be anywhere close to stop them from towing her.”

“Dean… thanks,” Jacob cut in, before the conversation could steer any further away. He wanted to make sure that the brothers knew how much it meant that they were so willing to help him, despite the trouble it might bring to them. Trouble like someone connecting their car to the truck burglary.

The car, at least, was something Jacob could possibly help with.

“If you don’t want to leave your car where it’s hard to get to…”

July 11th excerpt:

Sam sat back on the log he and Dean had claimed the night before for when they kept watch over the clearing. He watched as Jacob sat back carefully to lean on that cliff and watch the sky wistfully, hardly noticing a couple boulders that broke away and crashed to the ground. Suddenly it made sense why he had moved the pillow away the night before, putting Dean or Sam out of danger. Sam remembered how Jacob had tried to curl up into as small a ball as he could, and his face softened. Jacob was a gentle person at heart. They had to find a way to help him.

July 10th excerpt:

With the task ahead of them, Jacob shifted back away from the road and crept away with his hands still cupped safely under Sam. His “creeping” steps crushed underbrush and foliage under his car-sized boots, and more than one brave squirrel scolded him as he went.

July 9th excerpt:

From this angle, it was easy to see how small the cleared-out area was for Jacob. As huge as it all could seem for Sam and Dean, there would barely be enough room for the kid to stretch out fully, instead of curling up to sleep like the night before.

With the bag sitting to the side, along with Jacob’s pillow and a firepit that could fit a pool in it, Sam could almost imagine he was the small one. Only the trees that surrounded the area broke the illusion.

July 8th excerpt:

Jacob smirked at the sight of Sam’s slow waking. The sluggish movements and lack of much concern was a huge contrast to what Jacob had grown used to in the last few weeks. No one else sat still when he was so close, so he never really had much chance to see their various actions in miniature. Delicate little hands and arms (that he had to remind himself were actually just normal) moved about with so much dexterity that he’d miss it if he didn’t pay attention.

Then, he glanced back to Dean. One hand reached down and gently nudged at the quarter sticking out of Dean’s bag again. “You’ve got a lot to carry back and it’s a bit of a hike,” he pointed out. “You want me to get you there?”

Dean put his hand protectively over his duffel bag, giving the huge hand that hovered nearby a mistrustful look, wondering if Jacob was going to pluck the coin away. “It’s not as heavy as it looks…” he countered slowly.

July 7th excerpt:

Sam could barely hide a grin at the sight of the tiny form sprawled out on the pillow near Jacob. Dean might as well be a kitten in the center of the pillow, trying to claim it for his own.

“So much for ‘checking out the perimeter,’ ” Sam quipped, remembering Dean’s initial plan. 

July 6th excerpt:

Once he checked out the edge of the forest around them, staying within the warm glow of the firelight, Dean drifted over to Jacob’s belongings, eyeing up the massive bag with an amazed gleam in his eyes that he hid most of the time. That bag could hold their old home in Lawrence if Jacob wanted it to.

Then, to the side of the bag, Dean spotted something far more interesting.

Jogging the last few feet, Dean found a pillow shoved up next to the bag. Just as massive as Jacob and the rest of his belongings, they could use the pillow as a pedestal for the Impala if they wanted to. He couldn’t resist scaling up it, discovering a fluffy, soft surface that he almost sank right into.

July 5th excerpt:

“Whoa,” Sam said, his eyes wide as he pushed against the fabric to one side. “Are we…?”

Dean glanced behind himself, spotting one of the entrances to the pocket. It was large enough to be a cavern of its own, and he knew how small it would look compared to Jacob. Sam and Dean, two dangerous hunters who were trained to kill monsters without hesitating, were simply a fold in the fabric against Jacob’s stomach.

July 4th excerpt:

Nothing had stirred since Jacob started watching, and he need to help keep his only friends in the world right now from harm. Even if it meant directly going against what they’d told him to do.

They’ll thank me later. Maybe.

Jacob stooped down to scoop each brother onto a hand and off the ground.

He looked over Sam and Dean in his hands hastily, before glancing up at the farmhouse again. There was no time. “Sorry, guys…” His hands were shoved carefully into his hoodie pocket to let the pair slide off his palms. They’d be safe in there for a short trip, and he needed his hands free. 

July 3rd excerpt:

Jacob watched them go with wide eyes, practically holding his breath. A small part of him worried that they might not come back. That they would get caught and sent to jail, or that they’d simply run away to leave him behind. He had to tell himself that they wouldn’t have left their bags if they planned to do that.

Once they were far enough ahead, he scooted forward just a bit and sat himself down. He had a good view of the fence they hopped over, and the field beyond it too. He’d keep watch for their return.

In the meantime, he looked curiously down at their bags. They were so tiny, and he couldn’t even see the zippers on them. Jacob smirked at the sight of the claimed quarter sticking out of Dean’s bag.