July 19th excerpt:

The wait stretched out longer and longer, and Jacob eventually pulled himself to a stand. He gripped the fabric carefully, and when he was standing at last, he crossed his arms over the edge of the pocket to stay steady. “Are we there yet,” he quipped half-heartedly, squinting down the road as they sped along.

Dean glanced down, a smile on his face the contrast to Jacob’s worry. Lightly ruffling Jacob’s hair before putting his hand on the wheel, he shook his head. “Still got a bit more to go,” he said, tapping out the beat to Smoke on the Water while he talked. “We’ll be there soon.”

July 11th excerpt:

Antsy, Sam couldn’t quite keep his focus. He bounced on his heels in the pocket, making it shake around Dean, who clung to the side with a death glare sent his way.

“C’mon, hurry up,” Sam urged them. “Something feels… off.”

July 8th excerpt:

Down in the pocket, Sam and Dean Winchester had chosen to keep a close eye as the money from their case was gambled away in a game at the local bar. 

“Yes!” Dean hissed, pumping a fist as he watched the money pile up in front. 

“Shh,” Sam hissed right back, shoving at Dean to keep him quiet. “Quiet! They’ll hear us!”

“You be quiet!”

“No, you!”

So, if Dean sews pockets on to his clothing all the time (after all, clothing never conveniently has enough pockets to stash his arsenal), would he start attempting to modify his pockets to make them more comfortable for Sam?

If he thought of it, he might!

Dean overlooks some details like this, and Sam probably wouldn’t make it a point to bring it up past complaints when Dean fills his inside pockets and he ends up spending time with extra salt rounds or some emergency floss (you never know when you might need to stitch yourself up with it, Sammy!). They’re used to roughing it on both sides. 

Sam usually prefers a shoulder perch, so that’s at least clear of debris.

June 12th excerpt

Jacob gripped the edge of the pocket with a frown, keeping his feet under him no matter how wobbly it became. His grip was sure. “I was doing fine,” he insisted. Then, he realized, “I don’t even know your actual name and you’re already giving me dumb nicknames? Seriously?”

“Hey! That nickname was not dumb!”

June 11th excerpt:

Dean couldn’t stop a snort of amusement when he saw the teenager tumble into his pocket. He could only faintly feel Jacob’s weight against his chest, as easily overlooked as a book of matches or a motel notebook. Yet to Dean, that tiny weight couldn’t be ignored if he tried. Jacob was trusting him with his life, willingly or not, and he would never put a kid in danger.

Scooping a finger into the pocket, Dean helped Jacob stand back up with a smirk on his face. “Better watch yourself there, half-pint,” he snickered. “Can’t have you getting yourself in trouble in a pocket.

June 10th excerpt:

Jacob tried to slip into the pocket like he’d done before. He wasn’t used to the perspective. There was a broad chest like a wall in front of him, and Jacob already heard the heartbeat plodding away and powering the much bigger person’s body. Jacob’s heartbeat was faster, and so much weaker, and he still hadn’t been able to avoid the intimidation that always crept up his back like a chill.

When he let himself scoot off of the hand, he had farther to fall than he expected. He missed grabbing the edge of the pocket, and instead fell to the bottom in a heap. “Fuckdammit,” he complained, squirming to right himself.

If we take your two guesses we can splice together the title of the next fic in Brothers Unexpected! A Place for Oz (which happens to be Dean’s pocket more often than not XD), continues on the adventure for the smolest kiddo with his irascible giant and his even-more irascible father!


Suddenly all of Oscar’s questions for Dean were far from his mind. The current situation held his focus.

He was in a car.

All his life, creeping through the dark vents and spaces between motel room walls, Oscar had never imagined what it’d be like. He could actually feel the motion, faint vibrations as the car hurtled along far faster than he could fathom. Even the turns didn’t slow down enough for him to keep up. The sounds and the feelings rattled his miniscule body and Oscar was stuck between fascinated and scared.

He kept a corner of his cloth pinched in his fingers, rubbing the worn threads with a thumb. Oscar was very good at staying hidden, and if Dean didn’t know he was there, he might not even notice the tiny weight in his pocket. No one looking at the teen would see more than a fold in the fabric. Oscar took a slow breath in, and then let it all out in a huff. He was safe, and he just needed to remind his nerves of the fact.

After some time curled up in his blanket with little change from the outside of the pocket, he shifted at last. Curiosity crept in and nagged at him. This was the first time he’d really left home, and he was missing it. That thought enabled him to let go of his blanket and push it to the corner of the pocket while he grasped at the flannel weave instead.


(tagging @kajensen07 and @torchmlp since I had to screenshot the guesses instead of answer directly to keep them together)

April 19th excerpt:

Dean’s pocket was taller than Oscar, but for a kid who grew up knowing how to climb, that was more of an inconvenience than a hindrance. He hoisted himself to his feet, and then some. Hand over hand, Oscar pulled himself up to the edge of the pocket with a heavy heartbeat cheering him on just inches away.

The pocket flap gave him trouble. Oscar reached the top edge and clung to it with one hand. The other pushed against the flap awkwardly, letting in sporadic bursts of outside light before it fumbled back into place.

April 14th except:

“We’ll get out of this, Sammy,” Dean promised. He spared a glance for the crack in the pocket where John’s hand entered, the long arm stretching out of sight as the man walked along. “Whatever it takes, you will not end up in another cage.”