Ha, it’s true. That’s a very big Jacob who needs a very big amount of food. 😛 It’s actually something that comes up in the story, since the brothers are wise enough to have similar concerns about the poor kid.
Also shoutout to @bittykimmy to make sure this pun is witnessed by a follower who loves puns.
This goes out to everyone excited for the giant Jacob story!
Picture by the amazing @foolscapper, who runs the @asksamstuff tumblr! Her art is amazing.
Jacob Andris © @neonthewrite
The brothers – To keep it interesting, I’d say Sam ends up swapping into Jacob, and Dean into Sam! That makes Jacob the shortest of the group, and poor Sam, who has the least experience being full-sized, finds himself too tall! He might not even get as far as discovering how strong he is now considering how nervous he’d be around the two really tiny guys. While Dean’s just complaining about how long Sam’s hair is and it gets in his eyes and how can you deal with this Sam.
Jacob – Jacob would be super weirded out to see how big everything is. He’d also have to concede that, yes, he very much does seem to stomp around and cause earthquakes. He’d have to hope the Sam-swapped-Dean was able to get over the shock enough to look after him, because he doesn’t have the skills like the brothers do for surviving that smol!
June 21st excerpt:
“Oh! Okay!” Mallory hugged Sam back. “Don’t let me keep you then. Just be sure to stop in later to say goodbye, and Jacob, you don’t have to worry about stomping around so much when you’re in the room! We really don’t mind. There’s no need to put yourself out for us like that.”
Jacob chuckled sheepishly, the quiet sound barely echoing out of his chest. “Ah, yeah,” he muttered, thinking of his last few days in the motel. He had hardly done much walking around, except when training with the others. Ever since learning that there was a home under those floorboards, he had paid extra attention to the so-called “earthquakes” he caused when he walked. He’d avoided the small house entirely.
Even with Mallory’s assurance, he would probably refrain from walking around unless he really needed to. “Thanks. It’s pretty relaxing anyway, so don’t worry about me too much yourself.”
June 18th excerpt:
Sam could feel the ground shake under his boots and knew Jacob had him in his sights when the back of his neck burst into a tingle. He didn’t slow down, knowing if he hesitated it would be over. Compared to a human, he couldn’t cover enough ground to make a difference when it came down to it.
That was what Dean was waiting for.
“Ha! ” yelled Dean triumphantly as he darted out into the open. He was hidden away on the side of the dresser that was closer to the middle of the two beds, and gave him a shorter distance to cover. With any luck, he could serve as a distraction before he managed to reach cover to get Jacob away from Sam.
Ooo, good guess.
That’s not what this story will be, but we have mused about what it would be like to have a smol Jacob paired up with the canon brothers. Both of them so towering, Jacob so cheeky. This is a future possibility, but not happening just yet.
There really isn’t enough time in the world.
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June 17th excerpt:
Jacob sought his revenge by reaching over to nudge Dean in the side, getting the little hunter to jolt and put his arms up like he was raring for a brawl. Jacob drew his hand back well before any retaliation could be taken against it, but it was the only retribution he needed.
Sam has a fear of kids in BA and BL both, so he would be wary and staying as far back as he could. If Jacob was unconscious close by, he would try and revive him.
Dean’s really good with kids, even the larger ones, so he’d do his best to coax the kid. They need to get out of there, and the kid is the best one to do it. I have faith Dean will be able to get them to respond to him, and maybe go find Jacob.
June 16th excerpt:
Jacob was stretched out on the bed watching a TV channel showing sci-fi B movies. It was the best offering on the motel’s limited channel listing for the time being, and he let himself doze off once or twice while he watched.
He didn’t get up much. In truth, he was nervous to walk around.
He couldn’t help but think of Walt’s wary demeanor, the distrust in those tiny, hardened blue eyes. He could only imagine what kind of instincts were directing the man’s caution, and didn’t begrudge him that at all. Jacob was big, and he had proven himself dangerous to people like them when he first swept Dean up in a fist, and again when he grabbed Sam.
He’d learned a lot since then, but he’d never forget the fear on their tiny faces. Both brothers thought they might lose each other, all because of Jacob. Walt, as far as he had known, had lost his adopted sons, because of Jacob.
One would hope that they get coffee if they’re going to be road tripping with Jacob to find their father! (Along with breakfast. Feed them, Jake. They haven’t eaten well in years.)
Sam would try the coffee, wrinkle his nose and dump cream and sugar into it until it almost doesn’t taste like coffee. Dean would scoff at this, drink it black and call it the nectar of the gods, and give Jacob The Look. Don’t you fuckin’ dare put me back in that coffee pot ever again.
Brothers Apart 