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October 22nd excerpt:

There it was again. Another mention of Sam and Dean’s childhood, possibly a history with other humans. Simply recalling Dean’s reference to someone dislocating Sam’s shoulder in their youth made John’s half-full stomach turn. But it didn’t take a detective to see that Sam was still quite shy and nervous around John, another human, so he filed that away for another time.

Though something in him doubted ‘another time’ would ever come.

“Can I ask where you’re from?” John ventured, trying to keep up a friendly tone. “It’s just, the accent is a little…telling.”

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October 16th excerpt:

“My name’s John,” he stated, speaking only to Sam. “I’m a doctor. And I’m afraid I can’t let you out of my sight until I know for sure that neither of you needs medical attention. If you would let me examine you, then as long as you’re alright I will let you go on your way.”

“You’ll have to forgive me,” Dean said tartly, refusing to relent, “if I find that a little hard to believe that while I’m stuck in a jar.” He shot a glare back at where Sherlock was standing behind his friend. “We were doing fine before a certain someone decided to go all King Kong on us and stuff us into jars!”

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October 15th excerpt: 

Dean stalked from side to side in his jar, every ounce of his body just bleeding out frustration. He didn’t take his eye from Sherlock, resembling a cornered wolf more than a man with the matching snarl on his face.

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The best thing to do if Sam gets a cold is to keep him warm and within reach, in case he takes a turn for the worse. Dean will keep him drinking plenty of liquids, and order some chicken noodle soup. Medicine they’ll only ever attempt if they’re desperate, since they aren’t sure how it’ll react with his system.

The hardest part with Dean is convincing him to relax and take it easy long enough to get better, and Sam is the master at talking Dean into things. Some puppy eyes, or pretending he’s sick as well if it comes down to it. There’s no way Dean can go on hunting if Sam’s sick, so clearly he has to get Sam some chicken noodle soup, and he can’t just leave it since it would all go to waste, so he’ll just take some soup for himself and then fall asleep on the bed watching Dr. Sexy, MD, and Sam will smile proudly at himself for working his magic yet again.

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October 14th excerpt:

Sherlock moved Dean further away and dropped him into the prepared jar, releasing his grip as low as the glass would allow.

That done, he carefully placed the miniscule blade onto his freed palm. It was so small he had to squint to see any kind of detail in it, until he remembered the pocket magnifier he always kept on his person. He fished the little instrument out of his pocket and used his teeth to slide it open. The newly-uncovered lens offered a much better, if slightly distorted view of the much tinier weapon.

“Excellent workmanship,” he murmured, taking note of how impossibly fine it was. Sherlock was making an honest effort to not underestimate these miniature men, but a silver knife of that caliber seemed well outside the resources of someone shorter than a finger.

Setting the magnifier aside, Sherlock let the knife slide from his palm to the counter, a good deal away from the edge where it could get accidentally brushed away.

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October 13th excerpt:

“It was one cookie! ” came Dean’s muffled shout of protest, his voice sounding completely offended. Sam heard another thump against the side of the coffee mug and winced, imagining how hard his brother was hitting the side, yet nothing showed on the outside. The mug didn’t move a centimeter from where it was dropped over Dean.

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It would certainly be an option, but I find it more than likely that they just use Dean to improve Sam’s sense of balance. Walking along a finger is like walking along a balance beam, only the skin would shift under his feet, increasing the difficulty and helping him increase his skills. A golf ball might be a bit better than a ping pong ball, since it has more heft to it. A ping pong ball might go flying when he tried to get on.

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October 12th excerpt: 

The only warning they got was a sudden cold shock running up Sam’s back. He stiffened, and before he could warn Dean something was wrong, it was too late.

The human– Sherlock– was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes glued to them.

The trance shattered and Dean already on the move. “Sam, break! ” he shouted, shoving his little brother towards the entrance they’d come from and running the complete opposite direction himself.

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Lord, he would drive everyone up the wall.

Since there’s no way he’d risk being maimed for life, he’d stay put– but not the way they hoped. This Dean has a Jacob around, and he’ll be bossing Jacob around just as much. He won’t be sitting around, waiting for things to come to him!

Sam would be driven up a wall, Jacob would have Dean likely in his hands much of the time to A) keep him from getting up and stalking off and B) to let Dean feel included, and Bobby’s just rolling his eyes going idjits.

Of course we all know if Sam was the one hurt Dean would insist he stay put and out of sight, so he doesn’t get hurt more.

Don’t ever leave Dean alone with his cast at any size.

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