May 7th excerpt:

Dean bumping the nightstand may have jostled Bowman and Sam a bit. Perhaps it caused Sam’s current thought to have a wayward scribble over it. Maybe Bowman’s wings were rumpled.

For Jacob, the effect was amplified. The vibrations from an innocuous motion shook the lamp that Jacob perched on and it bucked him off.

He pitched forward in surprise, his arms flailing to the sides. His cup went flying, probably behind the nightstand, as Jacob fell face first into the pool of beer with an inaudible splash. The drink soaked him instantly. It was cold and it stole away all the warmth he’d just gained in the lamp light. Jacob’s eyes stung even though he had them shut tight.

May 4th excerpt:

“Awww, it’s okay,” Sam crooned with the biggest grin on his face. He gently swept Jacob up into his arms. “I won’t tell the big bad Dean about your little crib mishap. He would be so upset I didn’t get pictures.”

May 3rd excerpt:

Sam put a hand on the edge of the crib. “I dunno. You think I outta kid-proof the room first? Someone might be looking out for you, putting you away like this.”

Jacob’s expression flattened and he pursed his lips. He almost couldn’t fault Sam for finding it funny. The joke was just lying there in wait. Staring up at the smirk that had so casually moved in on Sam’s face, Jacob had to roll his eyes even as his cheeks turned pink.

Winchester sass. Figures. Definitely brothers.

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May 2nd excerpt:

Sam groaned as he pushed the hair out of his face. “What the hell,” he croaked. As his vision cleared up, he scrambled to his feet in surprise at his surroundings.

Everything. Was. His size.

And beyond all that, Jacob was standing in a crib.

“I think I need coffee,” Sam groaned. He buried his head in his hands for a minute. “Jacob, that really you there?” he mumbled around his fingers.

They would be cautious and capture him to find out who/what he is, and if he has anything to do with the case they’re on. He’ll probably spend some time under a vase (at Dean’s insistence), while also getting to eat the pizza Sam offers him.

If Dean leaves the room, Sam will take that moment to give Jacob some air, letting him out of the vase. He’s four inches tall, no wings, and they have his climbing supplies, what’s the worst that could happen?


Being small around one giant Winchester can be nervewracking enough, but both of them? They’re such strong personalities compared to Jacob’s very relaxed nature. He’d be so cautious with everything, and also probably surprised they could catch him so fast. Those guys are speedy!

With Dean out of the room, his intensity is gone, but there’s still a curious Sam to deal with. I can see Jacob trying to sidle away when he thinks Sam’s not paying attention only to be dragged back, maybe poked for his trouble.

April 29th excerpt:

“Life isn’t about what’s deserved. Or what’s fair. No, this is about what’s needed. For everyone. If everyone got what they deserved, Dean wouldn’t have been abandoned by his father. You wouldn’t be cursed. And Jakey would be living a normal life with his family.”

April 28th excerpt:

Bowman grinned, both sheepish and entertained. “Jiria will probably try to bop me for not telling her I was going.” He didn’t sound overly concerned by the statement even as he said it. After all, it was for a very good reason. Besides, if she wanted to bop him, she’d have to catch him first.

“The king of ‘bops’ getting bopped? Unheard off.” Dean laughed as he leaned back. A quick glance to the nightstand revealed Sam and Jacob both out cold and safe on the shirt, letting him relax. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out when you get back. Hopefully it won’t take us too long to get you back to her to tell you what’s what. Everyone wants Jacob back to normal.”

In Trouble Again?

neonthewrite:

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“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”

This one was fun. Way too much fun.


Visiting the village of Wellwood had become something Jacob looked forward to with every opportunity that arose. Long weekends off school or extra time off from his odd jobs almost guaranteed he would make the drive back to the forest that no one else seemed to realized contained a secret. Far beyond the campgrounds and the fence, Jacob made his way towards the idyllic village tucked away in the heart of the woods.

Out there surrounded by the green and gold of the canopy and the earthy tones of the tree trunks and the ground under his boots, Jacob felt the stress falling away. Out here, the most he had to worry about was stepping on slick mud and losing his footing.

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