With the task ahead of them, Jacob shifted back away from the road and crept away with his hands still cupped safely under Sam. His “creeping” steps crushed underbrush and foliage under his car-sized boots, and more than one brave squirrel scolded him as he went.
Jacob’s eyes widened. He let go of the tiny arm and his thumb released the little guy’s legs in pure surprise. The fear on that little face became more obvious just before it disappeared behind the miniature hands. The tiny person drew his knees up to his chest and curled into a protective ball, shoulders bouncing in time with his frantic sobs.
Jacob noticed something gleaming and throwing back sunlight sticking out of Dean’s little duffel bag as the tiny guy stuffed his sawed-off inside. It brought a knowing grin to his face, and he curled a thumb inward to nudge at the quarter. “Where’d you find that?” he asked.
Dean jerked away from the thumb, caught off guard once more by how fast Jacob could move. “Watch it!” he bitched, trying to bat at a digit the size of his body and far more powerful. His hand hit the side of Jacob’s thumbnail, grazing off without a hope of leaving a mark.
Dean’s curse was cut off as he flailed on the strange new surface, not expecting to find himself suspended so high up in the air in less than a second. Jacob was fast. There was no time to even cry out a warning or try to dodge. They were just up in the air suddenly, huge footsteps down below crashing through the forest and making Jacob’s upper body sway in time with his gait.
“Whoa!” Sam was quick to grab the sawed-off before Dean could pull it up and threaten the teenager-turned-giant. “Don’t, Dean, don’t.”
“I’m just getting out some tools,” Sam said, keeping his even tone. “No weapons.” Withdrawing his hand into the light, he brandished the slender tweezers, made to be longer than a standard one. A fleeting thought passed through his mind, wondering if the giant could even see something so small.
The next few steps cleared the distance between Sam and the hands and he found himself wondering at the size. It was obvious why their struggles had meant nothing. Sam was one of the tallest people he knew, but he was shorter than some of the fingers that stretched out before him. Minute twitches he would never see on his own hand were as clear as day, and Sam could swear he saw the skin moving an infinitesimal amount that could only be caused by a powerful pulse.
Then, he took that fateful first step. One step, and Sam was completely at the mercy of the giant by choice. The pulse throbbed under him and a twitch in the thick skin threatened to toss him off, but he endured. If Dean saw Sam sprawl like that, he could overreact and then they’d be back at square one.
“This is going to hurt,” Sam warned as he knelt by the first puncture wound. “There’s not much I could do to stop that.”
“You sick son of a bitch, let us go!” Dean snapped, trying to cover up his fear that any second now, they’d be shoved into the massive mouth that hung above them. His blood chilled at the sight, realizing they were small enough to fit inside without a problem. It was almost impossible to focus on anything else, especially not after he caught a glimpse of the white rocks inside. Teeth. Teeth big enough to cut either brother in half, snap them like a twig.
He distantly wished they’d left a message with Bobby to let him know what they were hunting. If they vanished like this, all he would have to find of them was an abandoned Impala. That was, if the police didn’t get to her first.
“Wait!” Sam shouted. “If you do this you’ll regret it!”
The dodge wasn’t enough. The giant’s hands eclipsed their escape route, massive fingers brushing Dean’s side even as he fired what he could into the wall of skin rushing at him. Those fingers curled inexorably around him, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt small.
He lost sight of Sam in that grasp, but knew that it had to look the same. Unless Sam had by some miracle escaped, they were about to be captured by a giant. “No!” Dean cried out, trying to twist away from the thick, creviced skin closing in around him.
A massive thumb, bigger and more powerful than Dean could ever be, brushed down in front of him and in seconds his arms were forced to lower.
Jacob reached up with his other hand, over to the popcorn bowl where Dean made valiant efforts to avoid falling further in. Before he could sink into the popcorn and become even more irate, Jacob’s fingers dove in after him and closed around his tiny waist. In no time at all, he fished the tiny, flailing hunter out of the popcorn.
Jacob was still grinning once Dean was free. “Didja find a good piece?”
Dean sent Jacob his most intimidating glare. Dangling from two thick fingers, with a kernel of popcorn still clutched to his chest, the effect was ruined. Dean gave a kick with his right leg, jostling a piece of popcorn that insisted on clinging to his jeans free.
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.
Brothers Apart 