May 31st excerpt:
Dean’s eyes flashed to Jacob in surprise, seeing that he was backed defensively against the lamp. “Chill, you’ll be fine.” He reached forward again and snagged Jacob in a hand. “This is for your own good.”
Tag: hand
May 22nd excerpt:
“Alright, your turn, half-pint,” Dean mumbled half to himself as he opened up his pocket. “Time to come out.”
“What?! ” Jacob hissed before he could even stop himself. The last thing he wanted was to be brought out of the pocket here, no matter how much he disliked being confined.
He flinched away as Dean’s fingers joined him in the pocket, knowing he had nowhere to go to avoid them but trying to anyway. He pressed himself as far into the bottom of the pocket as he could go, thinking maybe Dean would get the hint when he couldn’t find purchase on the back of Jacob’s hoodie. To provide extra incentive, he kicked at Dean’s fingertip as hard as he could to make sure the callused hand could feel it.
“Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad!” Dean hissed after his finger flinched back from the kick.
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.
May 10th excerpt:
Dean’s hand eclipsed the top of the pocket, blocking out any sight of the world above. All he saw was the massive silhouette of a hand more powerful than Jacob could imagine. And it was reaching right for him. Too fast for Jacob to react, fingers the size of pillars settled around the money (and him) at the bottom of the pocket like a domed cage. They started to close in on him from all sides.
Damn … the one time he’s not using his fleet of fraud credit cards!
Bowman Lost Excerpt
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.
Dean and his Sherlock, done by @justanothergiant, their art as wonderful as always! @A@
You can say a lot about these two, but they make quite a pair! Catch up on the shenanigans in The Study of the Four!
April 12th excerpt:
Sam was holding his handcrafted knife in front of himself in a defensive position, legs bent in one of the stances Dean had taught him. If he had brighter clothing on, he would fit right in with the action figures they sold at the toy stores around the country, only he was far more realistic.
Dean’s voice went on overhead as Sam started to sweat. “This one we had custom made.”
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.
March 30th excerpt:
Jacob took a few careful steps forward, but he barely made it to Dean’s first knuckle before he stumbled and pitched forward. He tumbled head over heels onto Dean’s hand and a whuff of air rushed out of his lungs. He rolled to a stop on his back, his eyes wide and staring straight up. A few deep breaths restored his bearings, enough to realize he’d fallen right to the base of Dean’s fingers.
“Well that’s one way to do it,” he tried to play it off, but felt his cheeks heating up from the clumsy mishap.
Dean couldn’t hold in a chuckle at the abashed Jacob on his palm. As Sam grabbed his satchel, leaving his dirtied jacket behind, Dean shifted the hand a little so the flesh around Jacob was cupped, keeping him safely away from any edges as long as the fingers remained closed. It was strange to see how some of the wrinkles on his palm loomed over Jacob while he was lying flat on his back. Dean was careful not to pinch any of those tiny limbs as he shifted.
“Maybe you should let Sam give you some pointers,” Dean joked. “I think he’s the leading expert on standing on hands around here. He could even show you a thing or two about climbing.”
March 28th excerpt:
Jacob didn’t move a muscle. Even Dean’s most careful steps rattled in the nightstand. He wondered what it would feel like if Dean actually had his shoes on. Jacob barely breathed. That hand, laden with a huge basin of water, was like a low flying plane coming ever closer.
Dean knelt and lowered the soap dish to the center of the nightstand, placing it lightly on the surface. “Okay, so just let me know if you need anything else. I’ll just be doing research…” He figured they didn’t want him sticking around, so he shifted in place, readying himself to stand back up.
Brothers Apart 