Sam will still feel Jacob when he looks at him (and boy is that a weird feeling to get from a guy smaller than him, but Jacob remains uncursed), but since Jacob is both nonthreatening and means no harm, it’ll be very light, almost like a tickle. Even Dean will make a more solid impression on Sam when he glances over.
Oh jeez. I can see one problem with that setup, and that’s the fact that he is teddy Jacob. Those kids would end up carrying him around, no matter that he’s supposed to be in charge. It’s just helping him out, right? His legs are so short. And he’s adorable. Huggable no matter the size.
He might end up getting a piggyback from kiddo!Sam and make that his designated spot. At least he’s up higher that way and he can keep up.
Good for Jacob that even Weechester Sam knows to respect his elders! Sam would have no problem letting Jacob sit on his shoulders, giving the lil guy some height to work with– though he still can’t even reach adult Sam’s shoulder from there, at least he can keep up with the other kiddos!
April 30th excerpt:
“Holy shit,” Jacob whispered. He barely needed to glance around to know that Sam’s hand was a lot bigger than Dean’s. Jacob may have been dwarfed in Dean’s palm, but he was even smaller in Sam’s.
For a guy that was normally four inches tall, Sam loomed overhead more than Dean ever could. Warm hazel eyes stared down at him, reflecting back his worry.
“Holy shit, Sam.” Jacob remained sitting on a massive lifeline, certain that he’d just topple over again if he tried to stand. His legs weren’t strong enough.
April 15th excerpt:
He looked over and saw that Bowman was smiling faintly at him. “Oh, what? You’re just jealous you don’t have a portable Jacob to carry around,” he quipped, earning a tired snicker from the sprite.
“Oh, it’s really too bad we can’t make your picture. Rischa would just shriek if she saw this,” Bowman teased.
April 14th excerpt:
There was more than enough room for Jacob inside, but Sam took a few extra items out, leaving his journal along with the spare key for the panic room tucked inside the pages like a bookmark and a few other small supplies.
Jacob pursed his lips at the bag while he considered it. Sam was offering, but Jacob was fairly certain it’d be insisted upon, based on the conviction in his eyes. He couldn’t refuse; he was sore as hell and walking around did not sound very appealing. Every step for Sam or Bowman took three or four of Jacob’s. He had a lot of ground to cover just to get out from under the seat.
April 8th excerpt:
“Well, hey, Dean, it looks like you’re ready for some light summer reading,” Jacob quipped while he appraised one of the thicker books, feeling strange that even in a library he had to speak up to have any hope of being heard. The landscape of books was almost cool from this angle, creating a labyrinth of immovable blocks that might as well stretch on forever.
Dean rolled his eyes at that, opening up one of the books for Sam to peruse. Jacob backed away cautiously, keeping himself out of the way. “At least I won’t have a pop quiz to worry about when I’m done.”
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“I dunno. I guess with being small there’s never a shortage of food. You can have as much of your favorite as you want and hardly make a dent in it. Being big … It’s not very cold. With all the problems that come with it, at least there’s that.”
April 4th excerpt:
The fingers curled up around them as Dean put his entire hand in the pocket this time, knuckles brushing against the fabric bottom. Sam pushed a finger out of his way and Dean stretched them out, making it easy to slip down and drop to the bottom of the dark surroundings.
Once he was down, he stood and offered Jacob a hand getting down. Before Jacob could reach him, the hand started to lift away out of the pocket, Dean assuming that they were both clear of his hand. Sam didn’t need any more proof of the fact that Dean couldn’t feel Jacob on his hand at all, a concerning thought for them all.
“Dean, wait! " Sam shouted. He leapt forward, snagging a fingertip before it could raise up out of his reach.
April 1st excerpt:
After a few minutes of typing diligently away and loading up various pages, Sam realized he could feel eyes on him with more focus than before. A slight flush rose to his face, and he didn’t turn around at first, continuing to work despite the fact that he knew both of the other humans were watching him.
Sam used the arrow key to scroll down on his current page, putting off the time until he turned around to give his bright red blushing a chance to die down. Once he was sure it would be safe, he turned and paused.
The difference between Dean and Jacob couldn’t be more obvious. Dean almost took up Sam’s entire line of sight resting his head on his arms a few inches away from the laptop to watch Sam work. Jacob, on the other hand, was a small figure sitting on the thick plastic of the older Dell Inspiron, a few inches away from the trackpad. He wasn’t supposed to be so small. He was supposed to be bigger even than Dean, and it was unsettling. Sam would much rather have both his humans looming overhead as they were meant to.
March 31st excerpt:
There was something about seeing his own familiar phone on a huge scale, held easily in a hand that was even bigger. Jacob always knew his phone was on the little side, but it was a weird show of perspective to have it look both dwarfed in Dean’s grip and big enough that if it closed on him, it would crush him.
“Yeah, I mean, they’ll worry I might get cranky if I don’t get enough sleep,” he answered flatly, before looking back at the screen and sighing faintly. “Just, uh. Okay, tell her ‘vacationing with Lisongs,’ that should be enough.” He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, weirded out by the fact that he was asking someone else to do something as simple as send a text for him.
Dean’s thumb was bigger than Jacob, and as it navigated the buttons and punched out a simple message, he couldn’t help but wonder how much damage that much pressure would do if Jacob got in the way of it.
Brothers Apart 