The teeny little Jake in the horror story isn’t quite that small… his friends give him an estimated height of about an inch and a half, but they don’t have any rulers around to measure him by. Small enough to be a teddy bear to a man four inches tall (Sam’s claimed), yet still big enough to manage some interaction with Dean without any outside help, so long as the hunter is paying close attention.
Artwork by @mogadeer
September 26th excerpt:
Sam rolled his eyes. “I guess we can count it as a tie,” he said dryly. “I’ll let your awful aim slide just this once. But you might end up with Dean trying to teach you how to aim the next time he gets the chance. Since, y’know, you can’t hit the broadside of a barn and all that.”
The hunter out in the open shifted his position on the bench while Sam was talking. The boot closest to them scrapped along the floor, and this time when Dean’s hand came into view, he was clearly stretching to reach the wayward coin.
“Did one of you get into the whiskey before we got here?” came a curious tone. A finger caught the coin just at the edge, dragging it along the floor so he’d be able to reach it without having to get up.
September 25th excerpt:
The brothers both had their own ways of searching, and the room once more fell into a companionable quiet while everyone digested their food and relaxed. The case had them tense, and a moment to regroup in the safety of the room was welcome.
Sam stiffened, and then read over the passage on the screen. And again. He paced restlessly in front of the screen, sending a quick glance at Dean and glad his older brother’s knack only worked on where they were, and didn’t let him read minds.
Dean wasn’t going to like this.
I’m pretty skittish, so I’d probably freeze right up if I saw them in my house. Dean would be dragging Sam out as fast as he can, ushering his little brother into the walls. I’m sure they’d have Jacob close by, so I’d have to keep an eye out for really tall lurkers wearing hoodies who are trying to be sneaky (Dean’s making him work on that).
September 24th excerpt:
Sam let his head fall against his chest, closing his eyes in concentration. “We need to research,” he said. “I can’t think of anything in Dad’s journal that matches this.”
“Maybe we missed something,” Dean said.
September 22nd excerpt:
“D’you know which direction they’d have gone? Maybe a section of wall I could knock on or something?”
“They’re, ahh…” Dean scanned the walls, remembering what side the room was on when he was running through the dark. There had been a few turns, and Sam had gone in the opposite direction back…
Then he remembered he didn’t have to remember where they’d gone and bother with mapping out the innards of the house. He knew where they were at this very second.
September 21st excerpt:
“Dean?” Sam whispered, half greeting and half question.
“I can take care of myself, y’know,” Dean griped, taking a step back as the shadows moved with him. “I don’t need a nanny to go through the walls!”
“We shouldn’t split up here,” Sam answered. “We need to stick together. There could be anything in the walls here, and with nothing to do with the case.”
Dean emptying out his boots like ,’:T and trying to figure out if it’s his fault they’re so full of pebbles before he realizes what Sam’s up to. Hedwig will give Sam a heart attack XD Large owl, just sitting there chilling.
September 20th excerpt:
Sam brushed his hand along the wallpaper until he found where the edge sealed to the wall. A corner was curling up from the floor, a handprint clearly visible to Sam’s dark-trained eyes. Dean. So he had found his way into the wall. Hopefully this meant he didn’t know how much Sam had told the others. Dean didn’t need anything else weighing down his shoulders. There was only so much one person could take before collapsing.
Brothers Apart 