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January 23rd excerpt:

Sam didn’t notice at first that Stan had vanished from the top of the pocket, so intrigued by the story in the book was he. It wasn’t until he’d reached well over halfway that he glanced down to find Stan gone.

Concerned, Sam nudged open the flap of his pocket to see inside, spotting Stan in his ragged clothing curled up inside, fast asleep. The amount of trust invested in them by the little guy hit Sam all at once. Stan had no control over what happened to him, yet he was slumbering peacefully away, his face relaxed.

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January 20th excerpt:

“Can I go back down now?” With the book tucked away and Sam dealing with the others, planning to meet back up with Dean in five minutes, Stan figured he ought to be hidden in the pocket once again. However, he didn’t want to just drop out if Sam expected to continue the conversation at all.

“Uh, sure,” Sam said, distracted and vaguely surprised by the question. “You don’t need to ask.”

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January 16th excerpt:

Light flooded into the pocket from above. A large finger pulled the flap out of the way, letting Sam peer into the depths of the pocket, the edges of his one visible hazel eye crinkling in concern. The pupil dilated, focusing down on Stan.

“You okay?” came Sam’s voice, this time vibrating out of the very wall next to Stan’s seat.

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January 15th excerpt:

The drop was sharp, but the landing was soft, and Stan ended up in a tangle of limbs at the bottom of Sam’s pocket. He had difficulty finding his feet in the oversized hammock, clutching the fabric around him for some semblance of stability.

When he finally fell still, sitting in a corner with his back pressed to a side seam, Stan’s eyes widened. The world shifted ever so slightly back and forth as Sam breathed right next to him, hearing the dull roar of those massive lungs as they filled and emptied in time. If he concentrated, he could make out the thrum of Sam’s heart deep within the expansive wall of muscle he found himself leaning against in his temporary sanctuary. A heart Stan might be able to fit inside, lungs large enough to be rooms, maybe even small houses!

“Oh, boy,” murmured Stan as Sam’s magnitude hit him like a ton of bricks. He thanked goodness that Sam was as mindful of him as he was.

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November 8th excerpt:

“Uh. Pocket okay?” Jacob asked, glancing at Sam in the mirror.

“That works.”

Instead of waiting for Jacob’s assistance, Sam scaled down from Jacob’s shoulder and ducked in the pocket himself, much like he did with Dean when the coast was clear. From here, Sam stood to check the height of the pocket, finding himself just tall enough to see out while standing.

Definitely deeper than Dean’s. Those were child’s play for Sam, unless he got buttoned in.

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September 4th excerpt:

Sam sheepishly pushed up the pocket flap, his ears red with embarrassment as he started to climb up to Dean’s shoulder, trying his best to make up for hiding from Jacob. It was a good instinct to have, but inconvenient when he wanted to make good impression.

“And I’m Sam!” he chimed in as soon as he reached Dean’s shoulder and saw Dean release Jacob’s hand. He held out his own hand to offer a handshake, continuing to blush fiercely. “We… talked. A few times,” he finished lamely.

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September 3rd excerpt:

Jacob was greeted by the sight of a man in a leather jacket and jeans, hair in a casual spike and fierce green eyes. It had to be the very same Dean Winchester he’d talked to the day before.

Jacob could have sworn he saw a quick motion on Dean’s chest, ducking out of sight near the pocket there. Holy shit, he briefly thought, and willed himself not to glance directly at the pocket. Bowman had mentioned that if Sam wasn’t on a shoulder, he rode in a pocket. Either Jacob had tricked his own eyes, or someone was hiding there even know.

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Even more inconvenient scenario: Sam also gets sunburn, so the pocket stings like a bitch when it rubs against his arms.

Sam starts jabbing Dean in the chest and they both end up using an entire container of aloe vera the next day and Dean bitches about how it hurts to go back in the sun.

Sam nicknames him a vampire until the end of their sunburn trial.

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Phoenix: Ooh! Question! So the bros ever climb on Jacob’s hoodie strings?
nightmares06: XD The bros have not yet climbed his hoodie strings
nightmares06: They have, however, insisted he get shirts with pockets
Neon: He must
Neon: That way they can point where he should go
Phoenix: One big pocket is not enough. Especially since his hands go in it.
BorrowedTime24601B: xD need something safer than the hood

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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.