There is one more sneak peek of the giant Jacob story left, saved for a special occasion!
Special sneak peek to be posted October 31st, in celebration of Sam’s least favorite holiday!
Tag: giant jacob
:3 We’re just as excited for it! Soon it’ll be time to edit the story to get it ready to go!
Just wanted to let you know, we haven’t forgotten (or missed!) this post (it just came in right when real life imploded for a bit). We’re not sure if we’ll come up with anything for it, but we’ve mused doing a little chapter-long short story for it.
With that many Deans in one place, the world might implode.
Sam and Dean will have to keep Jacob quiet if they spot the tiny burrower watching them (probably catching the borrower at some point out of sheer surprise before they realize the little guy is harmless). The field borrowers will have a hard time with how big Jacob is. How can that be a living person? It’s too big for comprehension! Just one wrong move on Jacob’s part can wipe their entire burrow off the map. (Living natural disaster; Jacob Andris)
Hopefully they can find a place that’s as safe as their burrow has been all these years!
XD Cute idea, but I doubt Jacob would want his friends that close to him while he’s so huge. He can barely see where they are, nevermind feel them climbing him. He’d be terrified of hurting the little guys.
And now we have three Deans bickering with each other about who’s world this is and all of them want to be in charge, especially the smol one.
Human sized Sam would just have no evens at any of this.
Aww, the poor cozy burrow, opened up to the elements! Sam would feel bad when he sees all the work they put into the place, like their carefully tended pit of coals and all the basket weaving the elders were working on with the youngest kiddos.
Poor Jacob at that scale is more along the lines of a natural disaster. The tiny borrowers can’t tell what he’s saying, and for him, Sam will have to tell him that the littlest tiny moving things on the ground are actually people. He’ll have to retreat to the other side of the field while Sam sorts things out so he doesn’t accidentally cause them more harm.
Sam is the Jacob-whisperer.
If anyone feels up to writing something for this, feel more than free! Submissions are always open, and just drop a line if you want it to be anonymous.
Rumsfeld would totally demand scritches and love from Jacob. Even if he can only use one finger to do it (and be very careful!), the pup has declared Jacob his scritcher.
Jacob will probably be pretty surprised to find a dog the size of a wee mousie around him, either guarding the junkyard or demanding love and attention.
Sadly, in canon, at the point of the story Bobby no longer has Rumsfeld watching his junkyard, so Rumsfeld won’t be around. (Though that doesn’t stop us from imagining him around!)
I think it’s best if we let Jacob answer this one…
Jacob Andris’ heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened at the sight of two normal humans standing at the opposite edge of the clearing. He still hadn’t gotten used to how small everyone looked now.
They’re not small. I’m the giant.
Not too many hikers made it up this far, and even fewer would likely try, now that there were rumors everywhere about the terrible, man-eating giant living somewhere among the cliffs. Jacob usually tried not to go walking around too much, since he knew he left a very noticeable trail as he broke frail branches away just by brushing by them.
It was hard to get enough food to sustain his new size. He had found a young mulberry tree in his wanderings of the higher slopes. He’d hoped to shake free enough of the small fruit to matter, and was considering chewing an entire branch to get some fruit when he heard it.
A voice. Turning to look at them allowed him to spot the gleam of a gun just in time. These were no normal hikers. They weren’t dressed for it, and they were armed.
He knew this would come eventually. Rumors would spread about a monster, and people would come looking for the glory of taking it down.
God. Everyone’s so scared of me, he lamented. He knew these guys wouldn’t listen any more than the others had. People took one look at his size and didn’t even bother trying to listen to him when he spoke. His voice could shake the trees.
He really had become something of a monster, wittingly or not.
Technically, this story is taking place in the canon Supernatural world, so the little burrow wouldn’t exist. However, if anyone has any headcanons for them or ideas, feel free >w> I love coming up with things.
As for sheer immensity, it would be impossible for any interactions between such a difference unless a normal sized human played middleman. They’d have to choose between their love of freedom and their safety if it came down to the choice to leave the burrow behind.
Brothers Apart 