I think hungover Dean is hard to resist for cutes. So adorably rumbled compared to his normal preening. Shuffling around in his socks with his hair all askew and blinking blearily at everything around him.

I originally headcannoned that Dean stole that pair of jeans from Sam… then neon reminded me that in my story my headcanons are canon, so Dean snitched those jeans from Sam, and they’re so comfy he uses them at night when he’s asleep! They’re too long for his shorter legs, so they bunch up around his boots if he wears them during the day.

July 14th excerpt:

Sam spotted the look on Dean’s face, and his white-knuckled grip on the wheel. “Why don’t you turn on some Metallica?” he hissed quietly, remembering something Dean had confided in him long ago. A way to calm down.

Dean scrunched his eyes open to respond and immediately wished he hadn’t as the car lifted off the ground, out of control of either brother. Jacob was now in control, completely.

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Well, there’s not much he can do. If it’s at Bobby’s, he’ll probably sulk while she shrinks down. If she’s not at Bobby’s, he might be able to get the hunter to tow the car there.

If Bobby’s busy, Dean will sit there, watch her shrink, and give his angry face to anyone that gets too close. That’s his crazy car.

Also, there’s a huge difference between watching someone drive or learning what the controls are, and actually driving, which is why a lot of time is spent with either driving teachers/your parents in the passenger seat to talk you through those first attempts.

July 13th excerpt:

When he was ready, Jacob reached hesitantly for the car. Suddenly it looked so small, and it contained the only two people in the world who trusted him at the moment. He felt like some kind of movie monster, reaching for them in their car like that.

Finally, his hands reached the shining black car, settling in next to each bumper. Working slowly, Jacob slid his fingertips underneath the front and rear of the car to lift it up, while trying not to rock it back and forth too much. He concentrated, and eventually the Impala lifted away from the ground with both of his giant hands cradled underneath.

Jacob’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the roof of the car. He paused, and then stood slowly, as carefully as he could. He could only imagine Sam and Dean’s faces right now.

That would depend a lot on what the shenanigans were that Gabriel was up to, honestly. The snarky, smarmy archangel is probably up to trouble, and trouble of his type can really cause problems when you’re four inches or less.

Dean would probably be offended, because somehow I feel like the joke would end up being on him in BA. In BL… it’s hard to say. The series is still young. 

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…”

Dean sized Jacob up as he drank from his foil cup. No one had ever warned him that whiskey wasn’t made to be drank in draughts, and his own inhibitions were already down by his boots.

Jacob was a big guy, with muscle covering his arms and upper body. His legs were most likely the same, but they were hidden underneath waves of sturdy blue fabric every day. Despite the growing warmth outside, Dean couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t a fan of shorts under any conditions and never had been. Unless they were short shorts on certain girls he’d seen in school…

He had to shake his head to focus, and found himself almost pitching to the side. Sam snapped a hand out, steadying his balance. “Maybe you should sit,” Sam suggested, pulling Dean towards the alarm clock.

“No… ‘m fine, Sammy, leggo.” Dean tried to twist his arm out of Sam’s grip. With his own balance off and Sam doing fine, he didn’t succeed, pulled like a kitten and placed against the alarm clock to lean.

Dean huffed in annoyance. “Whatever.” He turned and pointedly ignored Sam, sadly shaking his cup and watching the dredges swirl around.


From chapter 25 of The Road Not Taken – Bobby’s Good Whiskey

Wonderful comic by @homeiswheretheheartsare

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.

Sam would most likely spend his time at the size he’s used to. It’s been a very long time since he was human, and his knack aside, it’s jarring to be out and about with humans around. Dean or their close friends are one thing, but now he’ll be facing people that might be just like the Mangas family. There’s no way to know.

Dean would be thrilled, and now they’ve got an even better secret weapon. Sam can slip through the walls and get into places no human can go, and now he can switch back to full-size if he’s in trouble!

This has to be the best episode for this XD

Can you see Sam’s face when the door opens and in strolls his older brother, predictable knock and all to announce he’s there, only there’s a kid, and god he looks so familiar and then Sam realizes it’s the Dean he remembers from right when he got cursed…

So much to take in all at once.

Dean seems so small, even though he still towers over Sam. His hands are much thinner, and his fingers shorter. He has to pull the bench seat of the Impala so far up that Sam can see his little metal hideout peeking out if he peers off the back of the seat. 

And Sam looks bigger to Dean because even though Sam hasn’t changed, Dean’s gotten a lot shorter himself. Scrawny kiddo wearing oversized clothes, they better get him back to normal soon!

After all, who else can buy the beer?

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