Commissioned from @tinypancakes!
We were joking around about how Sam and Dean are always getting annoyed that Jacob has a habit of just walking off on them and he’s so hard to keep up with, and it ended up with a running joke that the Winchesters are like the lil ducklings following mama Jake around. He just can’t shake them.
For everyone trying to guess #bah, remember what the story’s about! And it’s a direct quote from Dean Winchester in the show.
“Birdie,” he mumbled to himself, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’ll try to come home, Birdie.”
That did him in at last. His breath hitched and then the tears escaped. Bowman had spent the morning fighting and struggling and yelling for his release, for his freedom. No matter how much the giant had ignored him, he had kept right on fighting his captivity no matter how futile it was. Now, his weak promise to Rischa settled the fact in his heart.
He wasn’t going home. Home, with each giant stride, was farther and farther away from him.
“Well, Bowman, let’s get going,” the giant said, putting a teasing sort of emphasis on Bowman’s name. The tupperware soared into the air. Bowman’s heart tried to stay behind.
“Please,” he said, for the first time since he’d begun his shouting at the giant. Now, his voice was reedy and quiet. “Please just let me go.”
Bowman shouted more curses at the huge wingless man, and slammed his hands against all sides of his cage. He rustled his wings and tried to tackle the walls, but nothing he did had any effect. The giant stuck to its word, too, gathering its things and ignoring Bowman’s cries for release. He could only follow its blurry shape with his gaze and not once did the giant answer, though it glanced his way several times.Angry tears stung his eyes again, and Bowman brushed them away on his sleeve. He didn’t have the time to feel sorry for himself. He faced the terrifying thought of leaving his home trapped by something big enough to fit him in its mouth. He was so small.
May 20th excerpt:
Before Jacob could react, his leg was snagged between two fingers so Dean could peer at the tiny boots. “Where did you manage to get boots your size?” he asked curiously, squinting down at them and realizing he could even see miniscule treads on the bottom.
Jacob, dazed by being picked up so quickly, propped himself up on his elbows and tried to pull his leg free of Dean’s grip. The human had a fascinated look on his face, which was of course very close now that Dean had decided to act on his curiosity. Jacob hadn’t even had time to sputter out a protest before his leg was snared in gigantic fingers.
It felt so ridiculously small compared to Dean’s hands. He could try to scoot himself backwards on Dean’s hand, or maybe even sit himself up more. But it was difficult to have any effect, and Jacob began to wonder if his extra strength was even there at all for a moment.
The giant’s mouth twitched. “This knife isn’t for you, little guy,” he said gently. “It’s for the strings. I don’t wanna try untying anything and pinching you.”
With the explanation, the giant decided to move again regardless of what Bowman had to say about it. The knife closed in, and Bowman wriggled like a worm to try to keep away from it. It was in vain. The thumb resting over him was more than enough to immobilize his chest, and the rest of him was hindered by the tangled ropes. He couldn’t avoid it.
Bowman heard the sounds of things clattering together, but they didn’t sound like anything he recognized. Finally, after an age, the hand opened and allowed the sunlight to fall on Bowman and the breeze to cool him after his long time stuck.
There was a knife in the giant’s other hand.
Bowman released a cry of horror and moved to roll himself over on the hand, give himself a chance to crawl away and escape.
Bowman couldn’t help but think of wolves then. They could set ambushes for their prey, leading it right where they wanted it. Then, they could strike.
Bowman was the prey now. Prey of a thing big enough to crush him with a hand, and smart enough to lay a trap for him. He squirmed and writhed and only found himself more and more tangled as he did so. There was no escape, and those footsteps crashed closer.
The fingers crowded around him more and more, and no amount of pushing could stop them. Before he knew it, Bowman found himself hidden away in a fist. Only some of the afternoon light peeked in, taunting him while he did his best to keep breathing and fighting his own capture. He groaned with fear and effort, pushing his back into the palm while he shoved at one finger. The skin gave under his touch, but otherwise he had no effect. He was useless.
“N-no…” he whimpered, the word barely escaping him. His heart fluttered and his eyes stung. A headache, sudden and fierce, pressed in on his skull.
That was when it came into view, and Bowman’s heart fluttered like a nestling’s wings.
Most alarming of all was the size of the thing. If he were to guess, it was somewhere from sixty to seventy inches tall.
Almost six feet. A giant.
Brothers Apart 