October 21st excerpt:
Sam cupped his hands, looking hopefully up at Dean.
With a sign, Dean flipped open his pocket. “Just remember to keep him out of sight when we’re close to the motel,” he warned Sam as he scooped up the kid and handed him over.
Tag: kid
September 21st excerpt:
Giving the kid a wink, Dean lowered him to his pocket once more. “Just a little longer, then you can stay out.”
September 7th excerpt:
Sam was finally starting to recover on the other bed, huffing with the occasional laugh. “He’s older than you,” he snickered at Dean again.
“Older than you too!” Dean protested in annoyance.
“I’m not the one that decided to start calling him kid!”
“You didn’t stop me!”
September 1st excerpt:
“You have a great track record with that, don’t you? You and that Jacob kid let your pet bug walk all over you.”
June 2nd excerpt:
Dean went over to the coffee pot in the kitchenette, getting out a mug. He kept Jacob in his hand while he poured himself a cup, sighing at the smell. “There’s nothin’ like a good cup of joe in the morning,” he said, half to himself and half to the kid that was hanging out in his fist. “I don’t know what I’d do without it.”
He brought the cup over to the table and set it down. “Almost forgot.” He grabbed the bottlecap from the nightstand. “Can’t leave you out, now, can I?”
May 25th excerpt:
Dean rolled his eyes, and this time didn’t bother with the stand-up menu. Instead, he reached over and lightly nudged Jacob to his feet, propping his finger underneath a small arm and pushing him up. He had to restrain himself the second he felt exactly how light Jacob was against his finger. If he moved too fast, he’d pull the kid right off the table again, just like the time Dean had gone for the bag he was wearing and ended up taking Jacob along for the ride.
Watching those small legs kicking in the air, dangling helplessly over what was to him a huge distance… it was the first time in years Dean had felt his overprotective side rise up in him.
“Not happenin,’ ” he scolded gently as he maneuvered Jacob closer to the plate. “You’re eating some of this food one way or the other. Don’t make me try and make the world’s smallest cheeseburger. We both know that won’t end well.”
Jacob tried to resist, but he might as well be pushing on a wall. He tried to shove Dean’s hand away, but the huge fingers were too strong for him. Digging his heels in was just as useless, and soon enough he found himself marched over to the plate like an ornery kid. He stumbled a few times, but with Dean guiding him along he was standing still again in no time.
May 13th excerpt:
The chest pocket on his jacket provided the answer. Dean flipped open the flap of the pocket and judged the size of the fabric enclosure compared to the person in his hand. If anything, Jacob was small enough to fit with room to spare. Perfect.
Dean gave a sigh as he lowered a struggling Jacob into the pocket. “It’ll be safer in here. That way no one else will see you.” His fingers released the kid, dropping him the last inch down. Just to be safe, Dean buttoned the pocket up. He didn’t want to risk the kid trying to jump down from so high up. If he didn’t notice a foolhardy stunt like that in time, he could get seriously injured or hurt.
January 4th excerpt:
As much as John wished they could do this without risking so much, risking Dean, he admired the kid’s bravery and willingness to put himself on the line to protect others.
With a grunt, John pushed himself to his feet. “Right then,” he murmured. “On to battle.”
Walt
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: 1980
( Part 4 of 6 )
Bobby stared at the small man in the cage, and the small man stared back at him. It had been over a minute since he’d uttered a word, unable to believe what he’d found.
A little.
It had been over three years since he’d first run into the small people that lived alongside humans. They’d helped him solve a case in the beginning of his career, letting him know the identity of the ghost before anyone else had gotten hurt (including his own reckless self). They were friendly enough, if very restrained in his presence. They’d wasted no time getting back under cover after he knew what his target was. There hadn’t even been time for a thank you.
And now there was a man trapped in a cage, staring up at Bobby like he was seeing his death.
Bobby held out his hands. “Easy now. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurtcha. I’m just here to get you out.”
Inwardly, he was cursing. He didn’t want to believe that the jackass hunter he’d found in the area had actually found littles. Now, he’d have to find a way to get that guy off their trail. If the wrong hunter had found this room, it would already be over. Or the vulnerable kid that was trapped in front of him would be tortured until he gave up the location of the others.
Bobby took a few measured steps forward. The other guy flinched back, finding his way to a corner. His eyes were unblinking as he stared up at the hunter.
“I’m just gonna get you out of there, okay?” Bobby continued on, keeping a steady, calm tone of voice. He didn’t want the kid to get scared. He couldn’t be a day over twenty, from the look of things, and who knew how long he’d spent in the cage so far.
An innocent kid, trapped because he was different.
Playtime
BA Canon: Yes
Timeline: During the two month stay at the motel while Sam’s arm heals
( Part 2 of 2 )
A scattering of freckles surrounded Kara’s landing spot, each as thick as or thicker than her fingers. The skin wasn’t smooth this close, but it still had a soft feeling as long as she didn’t brush against the stubble under his nose.
Kara froze, afraid she’d woken up her friend. For a second, the eyebrows scrunched together, and Dean brushed his hair flat with his hand. Then the skin between his eyes evened out and the hand went back to his chest.
He was still asleep.
She let out a quiet giggle. “That was fun! ” Normally, she’d want to do it again, but first she needed to worry about getting off Dean’s nose without waking him.
This idea was encouraged when the hunter shifted under her. A deep breath was taken. She could feel the breeze pass her by even as it was pulled into immense lungs. A sigh rattled out of him, fading into silence.
She went to push up, but just ended up slipping back down from the awkward angle she was lying at. A fluttering next to her caught her attention, and she gave a small gasp at the sight of his long eyelashes as they moved. They were twice as long as her hand. She brushed her fingers over them, giggling at how the fluttering sensation tickled.
“Kara!”
Sean’s voice came from nearby, and she peered off from her perch. Sean was trying to keep his balance on the pillow next to Dean, but the weight of the human turned it into a steep slide before he could get close enough to climb up. “Kara, we should go!” he called to her, nerves starting to come out.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
The unexpected voice made Sean jump and Kara almost tumble from her perch. Walt was standing on the nightstand next to Dean’s watch, his arms crossed and a stern glare on his face.
“Aww!” Kara said. “But we didn’t even wake him up!” she pointed out.
Walt pursed his lips, trying to hide a smile. “You sure about that?” he asked.
“Huh?” Kara glanced back down at the hunter, and squeaked with surprise when she saw one of the big green eyes staring straight up at her.
The eye dilated as it tried to focus on the tiny girl, the skin next to the eye scrunching in a smile. She toppled off Dean’s nose in surprise only to be swept up in a hand before she hit the ground (in other words, Dean).
Dean let out a laugh of his own as he went to sit up, collecting Sean in his other hand. “How’d you figure it out?” he asked Walt as he held both hands near the smaller man to let Walt climb in with the kids. With both children already in Dean’s hands, there was no way the older man would turn down the help out of pride. He always remained near his charges.
“For one, there’s no way a hunter sleeps through Kara landing on his nose.” Walt mussed up her hair. “For another, you’re very bad at hiding smiles.”
Dean had to nod in response to that. People like Walt and Sam could read him like a book, he was coming to find. Small tells that were hidden to another human were as plain as day to someone the size of his finger.
Sean blinked up at the giant. “So you knew the whole time?” he asked, disappointed.
“Nope, just when this one decided to canonball my face,” Dean said with a gentle smile, nudging Kara lightly with a finger before he lowered them all down to the ground. “I think you two might want to stick to visits during the day. Safer all around for everyone.”
( Part 1 )
Brothers Apart 