Jacob Andris (OC by
neonthewrite) and tiny Dean Winchester
Commission made for nightmares06 for her fanfic that is coming soon! [sneak peeks 1 2]
Tag: jacob andris
February 28th excerpt:
Before his hands even cleared the screen, Sam was on the keyboard, pacing back and forth as he tapped in the password they’d helped Jacob pick. The password was chosen specifically to be hard to crack, and so that two guys that couldn’t reach from one end of the keyboard to the other could type it in without help.
In other words, Jacob and Dean let Sam come up with the passwords.
February 26th excerpt:
“I’ll … I’ll hold down the fort for you guys, then,” he agreed, relaxing a little into the chair.
It didn’t take long for them to head out. The name of the game, as far as Dean was concerned, seemed to be to prepare for anything. They didn’t need any more than the leather bags their adopted dad had made for them. Jacob caught a glimpse of them before they left, marveling at the fact that they were rat leather, and yet looked like any cowhide he’d ever seen.
February 25th excerpt:
He couldn’t help but think back to when he’d first met Dean. Or rather, when he’d first caught Dean. Jacob’s hand could close easily around the small hunter, restraining his every move and keeping him in place.
No matter how hard Dean tried, he couldn’t get away.
February 24th excerpt:
Sam cut him right off. “Dean, remember that knack you have? Finding things?”
It was Dean’s turn for his brow to furrow. “What’s that have to do with Jacob? I thought we discovered it didn’t work on people.”
Sam gave him a huge grin. “Not for Jacob. He doesn’t go anywhere without that necklace, so if you focus on it…”
“I can figure out where he is!” Dean finished without missing a beat.
February 23rd excerpt:
Dean narrowed his eyes, then stalked towards Jacob’s side. “You all owe me some pie after that scare,” he griped as he started to scale up the human, digging his boots into Jacob more forcefully than normal. There was no way he was going to let Sam hang out in a hand all on his own after all that.
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up as he felt the little kicks in his side from Dean’s climb. He didn’t complain, however, letting the small hunter get his point across in his own way. Dean had been in worse moods before, after all. He kept an eye on Dean’s progress, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally knock him off balance and focusing on not twitching each time a tiny boot dug into his side.
February 22nd excerpt:
“At least getting the drinks won’t be hard with Dean’s fake ID’s around,” Sam said aloud as he mused on their last few times drinking. “I bet that was his main reason for making them for you. Using them for cases was just his excuse.” He smirked at that, knowing Dean really had made them for hunting. Aging Jacob up a few years… that was just so it was easier to get their hands on beer.
February 21st excerpt:
There was still a slight flush to his cheeks when he met Jacob’s warm brown eyes above. “Do you think I could stick around for a bit?” Sam asked hopefully, not wanting to go back in the walls sooner than he had to and waste the one chance he had at getting out. If Dean learned he’d slipped away while he was out, he’d end up under an even closer watch.
Jacob grinned, glad to hear that Sam actually wanted to hang out. Seeing the small hunter walk away from the desk, his shelter, to approach Jacob had been amazing on its own. Jacob’s shadow was overhead and he knew he loomed even when he tried not to, but Sam had come towards him anyway, putting trust in Jacob.
February 18th excerpt:
Dean scooped up the wires and pins into his arms and started to pack them away into his duffel. “No, I think you’re good. This is more than I asked for. I might have to start hiding the pins from Sam soon, he might throw them at me if he has to sit around much longer.”
Jacob snickered at the image of Sam tossing around pins the size of small daggers to him. They would be like slightly bulky throwing knives. “Maybe,” Jacob agreed, raising an eyebrow appraisingly at the pins as Dean stashed them away.
February 16th excerpt:
Dean started by tugging off his boot and placing it to the side, followed by the other. As he pulled at the socks to check his feet first, he paused. He jabbed a finger in Jacob’s direction. “Just don’t go blowing my socks away! They’re hard enough to hang onto as it is.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at Dean’s stubborn grousing. “I won’t blow away your socks,” he promised in a low murmur.
Brothers Apart 