June 6th excerpt:

Dean made a beeline for the pie. “You can have all the fries you want. This pie is mine.

Sam grinned as he started to piece together a mimic of Jacob’s chicken sandwich, trying to get all of the vegetables down to a reasonable size. “It’s not like you can even finish that slice of pie,” he pointed out dryly.

“Hey!” Dean sent him an offended glare as he leaned over and sliced off the end of the pie. It was carefully balanced on the tip of his knife. “One day I’ll finish an entire pie without anyone’s help, and you’ll be wishin’ you had your own.”

June 4th excerpt:

“Okay,” Jacob spoke softly, already adopting a mindset towards being as quiet as he could. “What should the plan be once they point out the right trailer?” he asked, glancing in the mirror to meet Sam’s gaze before looking down at his pocket. He brushed his fingertips just barely over the small form slumped within. “Got a plan?”

Lulled to a half-sleep inside the pocket interior, Dean gave a slight jolt when huge fingers brushed against his side. The voice rumbled overhead, reminding him where he was just then. Not at home, safely hidden away in the walls. Their friend was lost and in trouble, and they needed to find him.

With wobbly knees, Dean stood with one hand against each side of the pocket to stay standing. The thick threads made it easy to hang on and hold himself up, and he shoved the pocket flap out of his way to see where they were.

June 2nd excerpt:

Sam grabbed onto Dean’s wrist. “It’s not working, is it?” he demanded in a hush out of habit. When Dean didn’t respond, he yanked the hand away. His eyes blew wide. “Dean!”

Dean’s brow was furrowed in pain instead of concentration, and a trail of blood ran down his face from his nose. Sam grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him to break his concentration.

Blinking his eyes open, Dean groaned, slumping into Sam’s arms. Both brothers fell to their knees in Jacob’s hand when Dean sent them both off balance. “If you think it’s so easy, you do it! I don’t see a handbook lying around that’s all about how our Wonder Twin powers activate!”

May 26th excerpt:

While Dean was casually strolling across the floor of Jacob’s room, Sam dashed past him. Instead of pausing in the hand, he darted across it. Catching a hand in the thick fabric of Jacob’s shirt, Sam scaled up the thick, muscular arm. The threads formed handholds that his tiny fingers wound their way into by second nature. He could feel the muscles behind the fabric tense in Jacob’s surprise, but the human had learned not to flinch even when they caught him off guard.

In short order, Sam was perched up on Jacob’s shoulder, peering down at Dean with a completely innocent look. “What? You said just like every day!”

Dean gave a huff, stalking the last few inches onto Jacob’s hand. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” he snipped, jabbing a finger in Sam’s direction.

The pie that led Dean there in the first place vanished into the depths of the mini-fridge, forever out of reach for anyone his size. The way the fridge was designed with the airtight seal rendered it beyond their ability to open. If they could ever find a way to get in, getting to the food itself would be child’s play. The hooks they used for climbing would catch on the shelves and railings of the fridge without a problem. Dean’s bag was bigger than Sam’s, and he used every bit of that space when they were out searching for supplies. If he could fill it with food that he knew went to waste in the motel’s mini refrigerators …

Dean stared back up at the human’s words, his face clouded. The entire reason he was in the room was now out of reach, and he realized it always had been. He’d put both himself and Sam at risk for it. The only shining light was Sam evading capture. If their roles were reversed, he’d never forgive himself.

As he always did, Dean put his trademark snark to good use building a wall around his emotions. “If you didn’t go causing earthquakes with your big stomping feet, I wouldn’t have to be a ninja,” he griped up at Jacob, letting years and years worth of resentment shine through in his tone with a convenient target for it in sight. His voice bounced back at him from the glass, only fueling his frustration. “You left the pie out, that made it fair game.”

“Is that so,” Jacob answered through a chuckle that he poorly concealed. It was very difficult for him not to find that teeny tiny glare and endless sass entertaining. Whoever this guy was, whatever he was, he was funny. Jacob really hoped they could come around to some kind of understanding soon.


Excerpt from The Road Not Taken

Artwork by @lamthetwickster

May 24th excerpt:

“Let’s save the Godzilla act for later. You don’t want to use up your best looming on us, right?”

Jacob shrugged slowly and pretended to think it over. “I guess you’re right,” he said after only a few seconds. “Don’t wanna cast a shadow on the training, here.”

Jacob lowered himself down to lie flat on his front. His arms, thicker than any of the others were tall, crossed and he rested his chin on them with a smile. “How’s that? Minimal looming and everything.”

Actually, the size of ears plays less of a role in your ability to hear than the shape of those ears. Human ears are specifically shaped after millions of years of evolution to pick up the sound waves that are most important to us… mainly, the vibrations a human voice makes. Some people have better hearing than others, yes, but that is less dependent on their size.

So Sam might be able to hear a little better than Dean, just like it’ll be easier to deafen him by shouting, but it’s not a huge difference, and there are likely regular sized humans who might be able to hear just as good as Sam. There are a lot of people out there who can hear higher pitched tones while others can’t hear a thing.

May 4th excerpt:

Playing along with the tiny kids, Dean moved his hand so it was directly against where his heart was hidden away in his chest. “How’s it sound from here?” He’d be lying if he wasn’t fascinated in the answer.

“Now I can really hear it!” the nestling confirmed. Now that they were closer, the young sprites shifted towards the huge wall that was Dean’s chest, tilting their heads towards it. They were fascinated by the sound, something they had never heard at such a scale before.

The little girl leaned her head against Dean briefly, her eyes widening at how much that amplified the sound of his heart beating away. The whole thing was bigger than the sprites there, possibly all of them together. The girl leaned back to stare straight up at him with a fascinated grin. “I can even feel it! Your heart is so big!”