August 2nd excerpt

Jacob relinquished his death grip on the ropes and aimed the most powerful kick he could at Dean’s arm behind him. He knew very well how little impact his presence could have, and he couldn’t afford for Dean not to know he was there. “Quit for a second, I was almost done!”

By some stroke of luck, the blade hadn’t fallen to the ground when Dean tried to wrench his arm free. It was lodged in the rope Jacob was working on, only about halfway through and wedged among the tight coils. Jacob ignored the muscles clenching behind him and grabbed the small weapon again to renew his process of cutting Dean free.

August 1st excerpt:

“Oh thank God!” came an unfamiliar voice from the side, and Dean found himself staring at the kids from the newspaper.

“You… can call me Dean,” he slurred. Then, the rest of his memories came rushing back and Dean tried to jerk his arm from the tree he was tied to so he could check his pocket. “Jacob! Shit, what happened when I was out!”

July 31st excerpt:

With that said, he finally slid the last length down to Dean’s hand. Giant, Jacob-sized fingers were curled up, creating a net for him to land safely in. Jacob wasted no time lifting the cuff of Dean’s sleeve as much as he could. Part of it was held down by the ropes.

“Aha!” he said triumphantly, practically diving into the sleeve. There was a blade tucked in between the shirt and jacket, just like Jacob thought. He grabbed the dull edge with both hands and planted his tiny boots on Dean’s wrist to give the hidden weapon a tug. It would be three quarters of Jacob’s length, perfect for sawing at the bindings.

The blade was big, but it was made to slide free with just a flick from Dean’s wrist, making it easy for Jacob to pull it out. The slight tickle against his wrist made Dean twitch under Jacob’s boots, but he didn’t rouse. There was only some slight flexing of those massive fingers before they relaxed.

July 30th excerpt:

Jacob was exasperated. There were gigantic fingertips as close to his throat as they could be without touching it, while Dean attempted to fix up the tiny tie. Fingertips that were callused but used to working with the tiniest parts of a gun. Jacob wouldn’t have believed a human could be so careful with something so small if he hadn’t seen it in action before.

Even so, he stood very still with his head tilted back so he wouldn’t get in Dean’s way. “Never did figure out how people could get the knot so straight,” he said, filling the silence before he could stop and think too much of how ridiculous the scene must look.

July 29th excerpt:

Jacob was still messing awkwardly with his tie when Dean stepped out of the bathroom. His suit was on, and he was absently adjusting the collar when he spotted Jacob’s trouble. “So I guess this means it fits?” Dean asked casually as he came over to the table, eyeing up how the suit sat on Jacob’s shoulders. “Maybe not perfect, but beggars can’t be choosers…” He trailed off as he leaned in towards Jacob. They both already knew it was hard to find good clothing in Jacob’s size.

“Lemme give you a hand…” Dean offered as he reached automatically for the tiny tie Jacob was trying to straighten. He doubted a guy the size of a finger had much use for clothing so fancy, unless there were pint-sized balls by the mice in the walls.

July 28th excerpt:

“A suit, though?” Jacob asked, exasperation leaking into his tone. He’d look like some stupid doll if he wore that. “It’ll just get messed up in a pocket anyway… ” he trailed off and shoved his hands into his pocket again. Dean seemed so damn pleased with his idea. “It’s not like I mind the helping, and we both know I’d rather run the other direction if monsters or kids show up.”

Dean brightened up at that. “Exactly! So long as we’re on the same page when it comes to hunting, we won’t have a problem out there. You get to come along and help with research and listen in on interviews, and I gank the creeps that cause it.”

That decided, the little suit was placed on the table next to the collection of clothing Dean had brought with him. “There’s a case a few towns over we can head to once we eat,” Dean said.

“I… huh,” Jacob muttered, his brow furrowing. He hadn’t thought he was just agreeing to the suit, but he supposed he could see why it sounded that way. Shit. Can’t take it back now, he thought ruefully. 

Dean was too damn proud of himself for the idea.

July 27th excerpt:

And,” Dean continued, growing prouder, if that was possible. He lifted up his other hand, withdrawing one last item from his other jacket pocket where it had been stashed to avoid getting crumpled up with the rest of the clothing. A tiny suit dangled from his fingertips, complete with a bitty tie in Jacob’s size. Dean brandished it next to Jacob. “You can come with me when I interview people now!”