September 15th excerpt:
Jacob glanced down at himself and the doll clothes he wore. His lips pursed and he was forced to notice some of the clumsier seams and the thickness of the fabric all over again. Compared to the other clothes, the little hoodie, the best his mom could find on their budget, was a pale knockoff. “Um. Well, these have worked fine for me so far,” he muttered, unsure.
November 2nd excerpt:
Sam scanned Jacob up and down, as much of the tall teenager as he could see from his seat on the table. “But really, we’ll need to get you a change of clothes. You can’t pull off a disguise looking like that.”
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up and he could feel his face heat up. He glanced down at himself, at the rumpled hoodie he wore over worn jeans. He’d dressed for a camping trip. He definitely hadn’t planned for someone four inches tall to appraise him. At most, Bowman would have a snarky comment about the zipper on the front, because zippers had fascinated the little sprite since they first met.
Jacob’s not looking too happy! Update tonight! (10/18/17) Pictures and wee Jacob by @creatorofuniverses
October 8th excerpt:
Jacob jolted at the sight of that mean-looking little fishhook soaring into the air. His lips parted and he lowered his head so he could see the underbelly of the car easier. To his astonishment, the hook caught on a small, nondescript opening in the metal, and the line pulled taut in Sam’s grip.
Holy shit, Jacob thought, an amazed smile sneaking onto his face. He couldn’t help it. That was badass.
While Sam scurried up the climbing line like it was as easy as breathing, Jacob watched in awed silence. Bowman would never be able to do something like that. He had enough trouble climbing on the fabric of Jacob’s hoodie and had to be rescued if he fell into the hood itself. Jacob doubted Sam would have the same trouble with it.
October 5th excerpt:
Sam stepped up onto Jacob’s hand, again testing his weight on the unfamiliar texture of the teenager’s palm. It was so different than Dean’s; much larger but also much softer, lacking the calluses formed by years of hunting and car repair, scars of battle covering the surface. Jacob had quite a few years to go before he caught up to Dean.
It was a hand that didn’t belong to Dean or Bobby. Sam had never willingly stepped into a stranger’s hand like this, and he didn’t count earlier with Bowman. His mind was focused on one thing that time, that his friend needed help. Now, it was all he could think about. For so long, he’d never trusted anyone else with his life in their hands. Often with good reason, considering his experiences.
There wasn’t much time to waste, so Sam didn’t linger on the palm. He was there just long enough to examine the surface with a critical eye, then darted over Jacob’s thick wrist and began to climb the muscular arm. Sam didn’t say a word until he reached Jacob’s shoulder, taking his place where he felt most comfortable. He squatted down and gripped the hoodie fabric for balance. “Ready!” he chirped.
A request from @neonthebright of her character Chase trying to climb Jacob’s sweatshirt, and getting pulled away. It goes along with a recent installment in her Lilliput story. ^^ Chase is startled, though he shouldn’t have been.
Chase and Jacob belong to @neonthebright, art belongs to me!
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Rage art from our lovely beta, @creatorofuniverses!
Who else is ready to jump in the hole behind Jacob? I know we are!
June 3rd excerpt:
Watching the computer boot up for a second or two, Jacob shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced over the expanse of the table. For the moment, that was how far the world went for him. He didn’t have any way to climb down, and it was well-established that Dean wouldn’t be letting him on the floor.
At least the attention was off him for a moment. Jacob, assuming he was off the hook while Dean worked, wandered towards the nearest edge of the table, looking out over the room at the gargantuan furniture and faraway walls.
Unfortunately for Jacob, that wasn’t what Dean had in mind for him.
A shadow fell over his body as two fingers pinched his hoodie between them. He was hauled off his feet and brought over to the laptop, dangling over the keyboard for a few seconds before being unceremoniously dropped down between the trackpad and the keyboard. He pitched forward and caught himself on his hands, noting that the plastic was already getting warmer from the machine at work within the casing.
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.
Brothers Apart 