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August 13th excerpt:

Worn wood stretched out beneath his boots. Jacob found one scratch in the table that he shuffled one foot over once, twice, while his cheeks heated up. He almost felt scolded by that blue eyed gaze.

The first day traveling with Dean came back to him, one of the scariest days in his life. After spending an entire night trapped under a vase, Jacob had been grabbed up and dropped in a pocket, trapped while Dean took him away. He had lied to protect his family, and gotten himself more or less adopted because of it.

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August 12th excerpt:

It was little wonder Dean hadn’t asked about the idea ahead of time. Jacob never would have agreed to this. Even if Dean went along with it anyway.

Now, he was going to come out of that pocket no matter what. He’d never been able to avoid being picked up when Dean was determined, and he knew this would be no different. Even so, Jacob shrank away from Dean’s hand in one jerky motion, startled. One boot lifted up and he kicked at Dean’s knuckle pointedly, wishing he could divert what was happening.

“Hey!” Dean hissed. “Chill already, you’re fine! ”

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August 11th excerpt:

“No, nothing like that!” Dean defended. “It’s– it’s a little hard to explain. I’ll have to show you.”

Hidden away, Jacob frowned. Show? Suddenly, a sinking feeling settled into his stomach. He clung to the pocket fibers even tighter after the swaying from Dean stepping to the side all of a sudden, and he huddled further down into the pocket.

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August 9th excerpt:

Dean scooped Jacob up from the bed, letting the tiny teenager slide into the front pocket of his flannel before putting a jacket on. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll find Tinkerbell on the next case and you can show her the moves.”

Jacob scoffed in mid climb, still pulling himself upright in the pocket after being dropped in. He had to cling to the thick fibers of the flannel while the world moved around him, shifts and sways as Dean settled his jacket over his shoulders. That was a lot of his life now; trying to navigate on a person who was in constant motion. He was actually getting used to it.

“You think you’re funny,” he said when he finally pulled himself up to the edge of the pocket. Hooking one arm over the side to hold himself up, he sent Dean a flat look that didn’t last. Instead, it became a resigned smirk. “If we do meet Tinkerbell, I’ll put in a good word for you, though.”

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August 1st excerpt:

“Oh thank God!” came an unfamiliar voice from the side, and Dean found himself staring at the kids from the newspaper.

“You… can call me Dean,” he slurred. Then, the rest of his memories came rushing back and Dean tried to jerk his arm from the tree he was tied to so he could check his pocket. “Jacob! Shit, what happened when I was out!”

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May 22nd excerpt:

“Alright, your turn, half-pint,” Dean mumbled half to himself as he opened up his pocket. “Time to come out.”

“What?! ” Jacob hissed before he could even stop himself. The last thing he wanted was to be brought out of the pocket here, no matter how much he disliked being confined.

He flinched away as Dean’s fingers joined him in the pocket, knowing he had nowhere to go to avoid them but trying to anyway. He pressed himself as far into the bottom of the pocket as he could go, thinking maybe Dean would get the hint when he couldn’t find purchase on the back of Jacob’s hoodie. To provide extra incentive, he kicked at Dean’s fingertip as hard as he could to make sure the callused hand could feel it.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad!” Dean hissed after his finger flinched back from the kick.

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May 21st excerpt: 

Jacob sat at the bottom of the pocket for a long while, letting his food settle and trying not to think about the fact that he was stowed in a pocket. If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like a hammock. A hammock with a huge heart pounding not far away and a sway lent to it by huge lungs filling with air, but a hammock nonetheless. The sensations filled him with unease. Jacob wondered how he’d ever get used to this.

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May 14th excerpt: 

The creak of a car door opening, so familiar in his not-so-distant memory, made Jacob freeze. He clung desperately to the weave of the fabric around him as Dean’s body shifted and angled with the motions of getting into a car. Jacob had never imagined he’d learn what that felt like to pocket change. He flinched at the sound of the door slamming closed again, and the silence afterwards closed in around him.

“D-Dean, please,” Jacob blurted, trying again to stand in the pocket now that only Dean’s breathing and heartbeat disturbed it. He was mostly successful, by clinging to the fabric and twining his fingers between the threads.

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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.

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April 17th excerpt:

The ride was uneventful. Jacob remained in Sam’s bag, finding it simpler than trying to climb out only to be rolled around in the pocket by every little movement. Despite feeling silly huddled in the satchel, he felt a lot more secure that way.

Even if it meant he was stuck on Sam’s lap while he dozed, fluffy brown bangs covering his eyes.