October 29th excerpt:
The realization of that mistake coiled around Jacob and his heart sank. He was supposed to be helping, and looking out for Sam. The little guy was trusting him to do that.
If Dean didn’t kick his ass for hot-wiring the Impala, he would for this.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
October 26th excerpt:
“Alright,” Jacob muttered, shifting his focus entirely to the small sleeping person. He didn’t want to leave Sam lying in the book. He moved a hand tentatively towards Sam, ready to snatch it back if he startled the little guy awake.
It didn’t happen. Jacob had had practice picking up sleeping sprites before, and it showed now. Despite his hand being so much bigger, he was able to nudge it under Sam while hardly disturbing his curled-up position. His fingers curled protectively over the tiny weight. When he stood, his hand remained steady thanks to the times he’d carried young nestlings home at their insistence on a ride on his hand.
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It’s a long chain of blame that ends up with Jacob riding around on the bitty lego dragon! He might not be as tall as Sam or Oscar, but he’s a valiant knight just like they are!
It’s my childhood ^^
A drawing in response to a conversation with Neon: Valiant Captain Jake and the SS Ducky
October 25th excerpt:
Jacob didn’t notice right away that Sam had nodded off, gone to chase dreams in the pages of the book. After being scolded once for glancing over too much, he made a point to leave Sam be. He only thought to look over when he found a site that might be of interest, but that required a paid subscription to access. He was ready to ask Sam’s opinion on it when he stopped.
For a moment, he thought Sam wasn’t there. Then, tentatively, wary of more scolding, Jacob reached over to lift up the page that had fallen over a small shape.
A bemused smile ghosted across his face at what he found. Curled up in the middle of a book several times his weight, was Sam. His tiny face rested against the curve of the pages like it was a huge cushion. He looked exhausted.
October 21st excerpt:
Jacob didn’t make a lot of conversation while he was eating, not when the only other people around were so little. The sprites didn’t like to think of it, so he was well conditioned. In the end, he was back on the laptop after retrieving one of the old books for Sam. More than once, Jacob’s focus drifted off the latest web page to peek at the way Sam had to go to so much effort just to turn a page.
Each time, Sam would stiffen, the microscopic hairs on the back of his neck raising at the feeling. At first, he tried to hide the reaction, staying hunched over the book until he had to shuffle to the next page, sometimes turning it while remaining on the book, occasionally stepping off to push it over.
This time when Jacob looked, Sam was already looking back, sensing the glance coming and sending an annoyed, bitchy glare. “Something on my face?” Sam asked grumpily, the long hours of research showing in the lines etched around his eyes.
Jacob, all of six feet and five inches, flinched as that glare leveled on him.
October 20th excerpt:
Glancing over his shoulder at the laptop, Sam sighed. “I’m afraid I won’t be much good on the laptop right now. I’ve gotta get washed up.” He dug out his hook. He could feel the dirt still in his hair after the earlier attack. As Dean would say, they were no good to anyone exhausted and strung out. “Did you have any other questions before I go?”
Dude, I got a million questions.
“Nah,” Jacob replied, offering one more apologetic smile. “You do whatcha need.” It didn’t do any good wondering if the awkwardness would ever wear off. Sam was used to Dean, and Jacob simply wasn’t him. They’d just have to play it by ear.
October 19th excerpt:
Jacob was fascinated, by Sam’s words and by the fact that he was talking to someone who could use a laptop as a bench. That never got old, the size disparity between him and the extra-small folk he’d met. A lot of people came up to his chest and complained about his size. They had no idea what he looked like to someone like Sam.
Yet there he was, not hiding away. Jacob was grateful for trust, however tenuous.
Jacob’s not looking too happy! Update tonight! (10/18/17) Pictures and wee Jacob by @creatorofuniverses
October 18th excerpt:
Jacob reached out to close the phone with a click of plastic against plastic. He pondered the conversation, finding even more questions in it that he could ask. Who’s Walt came to mind, but he knew better. Sam had hardly talked about any of the other people in his life; Jacob wasn’t going to ask him about someone unless Sam started that conversation.
It was weird. Sam was the same size as Bowman, but the similarities stopped there. With Bowman, it was hard to get a word in sometimes.
With Sam, awkward silences could pop up out of nowhere. He was an enigmatic little guy.
Brothers Apart 