September 9th excerpt:
Oscar tumbled over once, then twice, unable to counter the tilt of Sam’s hand. He landed with a gasp at the bottom of the pocket, and lay still to watch the hand retreat. Once it was gone, Sam’s face replaced the view above.
“Oh no,“ he murmured, squirming around until he could find a sense of balance. The pocket was made of cozy fabric but it swayed with every step. He never could have prepared for anything like it.
September 3rd excerpt:
Dean knelt down right outside his guest room and rubbed the dog’s head. “You going to be our guard dog while we stay?” he asked knowingly.
Rumsfeld yelp-barked and nosed at the spot on Dean’s chest where Logan was hidden.
August 24th excerpt:
Sam yawned, finally having pulled himself up from the corner of the pocket. “It’ll be nice to hit the sack,” he said tiredly. “I’m not used to this yet.”
“We’ve been hunting for ages, Sammy!”
Sam shoved back at Dean. “I’m used to sleeping during the day,” he protested, ears flaming.
July 27th excerpt:
“Is that so?” Dean didn’t even have to think as he lifted his hand with Logan inside, dropping the hunter in his chest pocket and buttoning it up. “I can’t say no to that.”
Logan landed in a heap at the bottom of the pocket. At first, he had no idea where he’d landed. Everything around him was thick cloth and dim lighting, and he struggled to right himself. There was no surface below for leverage, and when he braced a hand on one side, he flinched back.
A heartbeat thudded away practically right next to him, and Logan understood where he was.
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!”
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.
June 9th excerpt:
Jacob was frozen, stuck once again between fear and confusion by the man’s actions. He could hardly lean away from the fingertip against half his face, though he did what he could. Of all things that could have happened, this was the least expected. He could have been enclosed in a tighter fist, or shoved into a pocket to be trapped and out of sight and earshot. Instead, he was simply shushed.
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 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.”
April 13th excerpt:
Dean grit his teeth, any hopes of escape foiled by the cave they were in.
Not a cave. A pocket.
Brothers Apart 