(Story 1 of the Brothers Found series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite
In. Out.
Four inch tall Sam Winchester’s family needs food and all he can find is a cracker dropped on the floor in a room with a human.
How hard can it be to grab it before he’s seen and vanish back into the walls?
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris
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(Story 11 of the Brothers Apart series)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite
Bowman lets Jacob know just what threat the Wellwood faced while he was away, and Jacob doesn’t quite believe him.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bowman Leafwing, Jacob Andris
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June 12th excerpt
Jacob gripped the edge of the pocket with a frown, keeping his feet under him no matter how wobbly it became. His grip was sure. “I was doing fine,” he insisted. Then, he realized, “I don’t even know your actual name and you’re already giving me dumb nicknames? Seriously?”
“Hey! That nickname was not dumb!”
June 11th excerpt:
Dean couldn’t stop a snort of amusement when he saw the teenager tumble into his pocket. He could only faintly feel Jacob’s weight against his chest, as easily overlooked as a book of matches or a motel notebook. Yet to Dean, that tiny weight couldn’t be ignored if he tried. Jacob was trusting him with his life, willingly or not, and he would never put a kid in danger.
Scooping a finger into the pocket, Dean helped Jacob stand back up with a smirk on his face. “Better watch yourself there, half-pint,” he snickered. “Can’t have you getting yourself in trouble in a pocket.”
June 10th excerpt:
Jacob tried to slip into the pocket like he’d done before. He wasn’t used to the perspective. There was a broad chest like a wall in front of him, and Jacob already heard the heartbeat plodding away and powering the much bigger person’s body. Jacob’s heartbeat was faster, and so much weaker, and he still hadn’t been able to avoid the intimidation that always crept up his back like a chill.
When he let himself scoot off of the hand, he had farther to fall than he expected. He missed grabbing the edge of the pocket, and instead fell to the bottom in a heap. “Fuckdammit,” he complained, squirming to right himself.
June 9th excerpt:
Jacob was frozen, stuck once again between fear and confusion by the man’s actions. He could hardly lean away from the fingertip against half his face, though he did what he could. Of all things that could have happened, this was the least expected. He could have been enclosed in a tighter fist, or shoved into a pocket to be trapped and out of sight and earshot. Instead, he was simply shushed.
May 28th excerpt:
“Well, my name’s Sam,” Sam introduced. “Do you have a name?”
Nerves aside, Jacob gathered enough defiance to cross his arms. Closed to conversation, he wasn’t going to treat this as anything but what it was. Sam might have captured Jacob for a stupid mistake, but he wasn’t going to get to anyone else. Jacob took a steadying breath to try to hide his nerves under a giant’s gaze.
“Holding out on me?“ Sam was undeterred by the setback. "Guess that means we’ll be doing this the hard way. Your loss.”
May 26th excerpt:
Jacob was like a firefly caught by a kid. Except this guy was not a kid, and was dangerous in all his own ways. Jacob wasn’t even sure how high off the ground he was by now, but judging by how tall the guy was, it could be several stories up.
Ding ding ding!
You’ve got it! #sb stands for Something Borrowed, and the something that gets borrowed is……..
Jacob!
(Our working titles for this were Borrowed Without Permission and An Unexpected Journey, so you can imagine how fabulous this is going to go for wee Jake).
The rumbling in the floor died out with the giant no longer in motion, and Jacob stared with wide, stunned eyes at the hand that had become a wall to him. He was less than four inches tall; that hand dwarfed him so easily it didn’t even feel real. He could see minuscule scars and calluses in the thick skin, details he probably wouldn’t even notice if he wasn’t so damn small.
Twisting around with the thought of darting back under the dresser, he found another hand blocking his way. Jacob was trapped between hands big enough to crush him with just a few fingers.
That realization settled in the pit of his stomach, and finally prompted him to look up.
Looming overhead was a giant, grinning face, smug for having caught him so easily. Jacob still couldn’t see the real motive in that face, even though he could see more than half of it now. He just saw someone smirking down at him, someone easily twenty times his own size. He was scared.
Legs shaking and nowhere to run to, Jacob held his hands up weakly. “W-wait,” he said, unsure if his voice even carried up enough for the man to hear.
Dean barely noticed Jacob talking, too riveted on the tiny teenager he’d trapped. He moved one of his hands quickly towards Jacob, knocking the kid’s feet out from under him and tipping him onto the palm of his hand with the tiniest yelp of surprise Dean had ever heard. Despite the fact that all of Jacob’s weight tumbled into his hand, Dean could barely feel him lying there.
Fascinated, Dean lifted Jacob up into the air, his intent green eyes taking in every one of Jacob’s few inches. The kid was tiny, not even stretching all the way from one side of Dean’s palm to the other. He was wearing a hoodie, slightly too large for his frame, along with jeans. Dean curiously pinched one of the tiny hands between two fingers, feeling the soft skin and precise movements of little fingers.
“Dude!” Dean couldn’t keep in the exclamation, earning a startled flinch from Jacob. “The news wasn’t kidding about you, was it?”
Requested by @enby-phoenix! I’m sure they’d end up snarking eventually. But first, it’s time for panic and surprise all around. XD
(This was definitely inspired by that drawing moga did of Bowman and extra bitty Jacob. I’m on mobile right now so I can’t link but if somebody could that’d be great!)
Jacob belongs to @neonthebright, Sawyer and art belong to me, I don’t know why I keep drawing side profiles they never turn out, why is art hard.
And this is lovely.
Brothers Apart 