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“Sam, I…” Dean’s tone said that he wanted to explain, to beg for forgiveness, to apologize…

Sam cut him off. “Dean. I need you to do exactly what I say. I know you want to help, and this is what you can do. Put us on the nightstand. Get us a bottlecap of water and a sliver of ice, and a damp washcloth. Then I need you to stay away.”

His eyes met the panicked green ones above. The guilt welled up in Dean at the blatant verbal slap from Sam. He’s right though, Dean’s thoughts whispered insidiously. You’re no use to them. You’ll only get in the way. You’re their biggest danger.

You always will be.

Inktober 30 17 Dean and Jacob

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One more day left in my Inktober voyage!! But I’ll still be doing a few more pics so fear not. this isn’t the last drawing ever. I’ll do more when the muse hits 🙂

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November 4th excerpt:

Jacob couldn’t help one more glance at the table before he headed out the door, watching Sam set back down to research. It grated against him to leave someone so small and vulnerable alone in the room. A distant memory returned to him, of the first time he’d ever contacted Sam and Dean over the phone. Dean’s proud, stubborn voice insisting that Sam was a hunter in his own right.

And no one will ever say differently.

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November 3rd excerpt:

“When you’re out, you should stop at the library,” Sam mulled, glancing at the books they had. “Nothing here is really going to do us any good. And pick up a paper at the store to see what’s going on in town now.”

Jacob nodded blankly. A part of him focused on how casually Sam listed off what they needed. Things like library and newspaper weren’t in Bowman’s vocabulary at all, but just like when he navigated the laptop with ease, Sam didn’t even have to think about it. He just knew what to do next. Jacob was glad to have him around, because he never would have found anything on his own.

“Can do,” he said appreciatively. Odd as the errands were, he could actually do them. Better than spinning his wheels on research he didn’t fully understand. “I’ll wash up and head out … ” his eyes strayed to the notebook he’d kept next to the laptop. “If there’s something specific I should look out for at the library, jot it down?”

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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.

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Dean frowned, concentrating on the tiny bit of… something on his tongue. His brow pinched with confusion. Now that he paid some attention, he realized that it didn’t taste like anything he’d eaten that night … and it was bigger than he’d expect for it to go unnoticed for so long, definitely too big to simply have been stuck in his teeth.

Then he realized something and it felt like the world started to crash down.

It was moving.

A sense of dread filled him, starting with a clenching in his stomach that bloomed outwards and jabbed ice into his heart and set his pulse pounding in his ears. Reflexively, he pinned the weakly wriggling thing to the roof of his mouth when he swallowed down the rest of his beer in shock. His eyes snapped over to where everyone else was sitting and he could feel his insides freeze up, even more jagged claws digging their way into his chest at the horrible realization of what – or, rather, who – was in his mouth.

Sam was still diligently recording what they knew in his little journal, leaning over it in the way one did to minimize distraction despite the movie blaring in the background. He kept that book with him at all times, jotting down useful information. Bowman sat with his bottlecap forgotten in his hands, staring at the TV screen with a confused fascination that often adorned his face when he was witnessing what he proclaimed to be “human magic.” Those leafy wings twitched a little. And Jacob …

Jacob was nowhere to be seen.

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November 1st excerpt:

Jerking a thumb at the door, Sam grinned. “Besides, Dean showed me how to fake an ID. We can make up a brand new identity for you if we need to interview anyone.”

Jacob froze as the implication struck him. “Holy shit,” he muttered, once again grinning sheepishly. A fake ID. There was no way he could let his family know what he was doing out here. At least he’d had some practice keeping the sprites a secret.

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October 31st excerpt:

“Sprites are pretty out there, as far as what we deal with. Interviews are a little more on the ordinary side of hunting,” Sam continued his explanation. “Sometimes, the monster we find isn’t the monster you expect. The werewolf next door. A haunted house is really haunted. Someone hiding a deep, dark family secret. The only way to get to the bottom of those isn’t to run in, guns blazing. You’ve gotta talk it out, slide past law enforcement and get rid of the monster before it strikes again. Police just ain’t equipped to handle a monster that only dies to silver bullets.”

After another moment of thought, Sam shrugged again. “Not that I ever do the interviews. That kinda thing is up to Dean.”

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October 30th excerpt:

“Hey,” Jacob greeted, walking over to set the plate down well away from any of the books. There was some bacon and eggs, staples for a continental breakfast, as well as some toast. “They had some fruit, but it looked pretty miserable,” he noted sheepishly.

“Trust me, I’m the last person who’s gonna complain about that,” Sam commented as he stepped down from the book to look the plate over. “I’ve lived in motels over half my life. Warm food is more we could usually hope to find.”

He took a few steps towards the food, then paused, realizing he was treating things like he was with Dean again. “You mind?” Sam asked, gesturing at the food and flushing slightly. Couldn’t just take the food. He’d only known Jacob for a day now.