April 11th excerpt:
Jacob opted to take up the rear of their little group, since he carried the flashlight. He noticed that Bowman flew relatively low, and paused to look back often. His shape nearly disappeared in the dark at times.
The closer they came to the village, the easier their travels went. Up ahead, small, gently glowing lights guided them unerringly to the cottonwood at the very edge.
It will be in the poll, but not at first! The horror story is the third part of Brothers Found, so before that appears in the poll we’ll need the other two parts to post!
And we agree! Smol Jacob is so cute you just want to eat him right up!
Glancing up at Dean, Sam gave the hunter a thumbs up, letting him know they were ready. He was thankful that he was being patient while they got settled on his palm. Jacob, no doubt thanks to his usually very chill demeanor, was managing to hold onto his sanity for now, but there was a lot being thrown at him. Sam didn’t envy what he was going through at all. Hell, Jacob was barely the length of Sam’s arm.
Once he saw the signal, Dean nodded cautiously. His fingers curled up around them as he lifted himself off the ground and went back to his knees. Sam swayed a little in place, making Dean realize he was shakier than normal. Slow and steady, he cautioned himself. He couldn’t even feel Jacob’s weight in his hand, so he needed to do this right. There was a huge amount of trust invested in him by the people on his hand.
Once he was upright, Dean held the hand near his face, finally able to see Jacob clearly. “Hey kid,” he whispered. “How you feeling?”
Jacob’s eyes were a wide as he stared back. He could see every freckle on Dean’s face, every minor shift of his irises as green eyes the size of Jacob dilated to focus on him. Jacob thought that he could be looking at a face projected on the Times Square coke sign and it would be about this big.
It was a discouraging thought that he needed to be this close for Dean to be able to see him clearly. There was no way for him to be sure exactly how big he was; he was certain the others had a guess as to his current measurement, but he wasn’t going to be asking that anytime soon. It had to be tiny if the simple action of Dean whispering sent a considerable breeze over his body.
“Uh, well,” Jacob started, offering another nervous chuckle as he glanced around from his high perch. It was kind of funny that Sam had told him to hang on … there wasn’t much to hang onto on the huge, living platform.
“I’m feeling like this is all kinda weird, and like maybe the bones in my legs went on vacation. But other than that I’m actually fine, mostly just being a pansy ass because fuck."
April 6th excerpt:
“Dad,” Bowman spoke up before his father could fly far. Gunner glanced at him, schooling his concerned expression into a neutral one. “Be careful, wouldja? This thing seems pretty dangerous.”
Gunner smirked faintly and nodded. “You got it, kid,” he answered before darting away. Bowman rolled his eyes before wandering closer to Jacob. In short order, he’d landed right on the human’s head.
“Comfy?” Jacob asked, amused. A wing, spread wide, slapped down on the top of his head.
April 5th excerpt:
“I hope we’re making good impressions,” Jacob said seriously, getting the kids to snicker. He smirked and poked at one of their sides, and they squeaked and scurried to hide behind Sam and the lucky little sprite getting a piggyback ride.
“I think you’re doing a pretty good job,” Sam said as the kids peeked out from behind his legs. He kept one hand on Vel’s leg, and brushed the hair of the nestlings that were hiding behind him with his other hand for reassurance. Vel’s little arms rested on his head for balance. “Not even a bruise on these guys.”
Vel the wood sprite by @creatorofuniverses, she is the best!
April 4th excerpt:
Jacob offered a warm smile to the closest of the nestlings, still a few feet away from him. They perked up in surprise, as if they didn’t expect him to be able to see them wandering closer to him. Tiny wings, some of them still slightly curled at the edges, fluttered at their backs.
“Hi,” he greeted them, and the nestlings stumbled forward even more. Some that were on the opposite side of the stream set to work carefully hopping from stone to stone, avoiding the water. “Be careful over there,” Jacob warned them. He got a few sheepish grins in return and some approving nods from the parents who hung back to continue the washing.
“We’re always careful,” someone answered, and Jacob looked down to find that a nestling had reached him. He tensed up slightly, staring at the absolutely tiny child standing in the grass, well within reach of the arms he rested on his knees. “If someone fell in the stream, their wings would get so heavy!”
I agree completely. That would be terrifying. Not to mention, at that point it’d be nearly impossible to interact with Dean at all. Sam and Bowman would have to be his caretakers.
I can’t say how small Jacob will end up (can’t give everything away 😉 ), but I will say that being smaller than both Sam and Bowman will really mess with his head. Being so little in general will be truly terrifying for Jacob, who’s used to being a towering six foot five.
April 2nd excerpt:
“I might not swat them if they catch me off guard, but I can pretty much guarantee they’d get grabbed.”
Jacob chuckled. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, but I think even Bowman will forgive you for it, no matter what he says.”
Bowman scoffed. “Humans are impossible,” he said, glancing aside at Sam. His adopted brother could easily be included in his grousing, and it went without saying.
April 1st excerpt:
“Don’t worry, we know how to stay out of trouble … mostly,” Bowman said with a grin.
“I think he’s more worried about whether you will,” Jacob pointed out, getting a brief glare from Bowman’s bright green eyes. Jacob shrugged. “Just sayin.’ ”
March 31st excerpt:
Jacob frowned faintly. He hadn’t expected the agent to make it this far into the woods so quickly, and normally he’d be sheepish about getting caught like this. But at the moment, he couldn’t think about that.
He’d seen just a hint of green in the man’s hands before he closed them up.
Jacob closed the distance between them, unable to stop himself from bristling a little. But, as he got closer, he forced his broad shoulders to relax a little and held up his hands briefly to show he carried no threats with him. He was cautious, but not aggressive.
Yet.
“What’s in your hands?” he asked, not bothering to conceal the ice in his tone.
March 30th excerpt:
Rischa’s eyes were wide in the dark.
She’d only noticed a shadow descending on her before something large and fast closed around her, trapping her body and her surprised, fluttering wings in a small space. The shape of the light that leaked in showed the silhouettes of fingers clamped tightly around her.
“Oh,” she breathed, her heart beating faster. The human’s feelings crashed around her in a startling clarity, and she was immediately certain that it wasn’t Jacob.
A giant she didn’t know had snatched her up, and no one even knew she was out there.
“Oh no.”
Brothers Apart 