And on your first guess, you nailed it!

Jacob’s on a Road Trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days! *is shot*


Dean rubbed his face. Now that everything else was ready to go, he reached for the bible he’d placed on the vase, moving it off. Next came the vase itself, lifting away from Jacob.

Jacob watched the vase lift upwards so easily in Dean’s hand. It had taken him so much effort to barely tilt the damn thing, and here Dean was, one-handing it. It was hard not to shudder at the power that human wielded, especially with the way he stood over the table, his shadow covering its only occupant.

Stumbling backwards several steps, Jacob’s face angled upwards. The bundle of food and the bottlecap of water he’d had were both forgotten in the wake of this new change. He was tempted to bolt, but he didn’t want to take his eyes off of the towering figure in front of him. Jacob knew he had nowhere to go anyway.

“What now?” he asked cautiously, a tremor in his voice. He knew he couldn’t even hope to make demands here. Dean was in charge and they both knew it.

Dean felt his shoulders slump an infinitesimal amount at the fear directed up at him but did his best to hide it from his face. He hadn’t done anything yet aside from trap Jacob in a vase to earn any modicum of trust. He’d have to work on that.

“Now, it’s time for us to go, half-pint.” Dean reached a hand towards the small guy on the table, enveloping him within grasping fingers for the second time since they’d met. There wasn’t a chance for the kid to try and dart away.

Even if he tried, it wouldn’t do him any good. He was too small compared to Dean.

Dean lifted Jacob up, staring down at himself as he tried to figure out what he’d do with the kid while traveling. He was too small to risk being seen by any other humans… and too fragile to even risk sitting in a bag like the duffel.

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.

Before heading out, Dean swept the remainder of the pizza that Jacob had left on the table in a hand and chucked it at the trash in the room. He was already swinging his duffel onto his back before it ever landed so he didn’t notice the way it bounced off of the rim and onto the floor.

Long strides carried him out of the room.

June 13th excerpt:

His hand was around the kid in seconds, plucking him free of the edge. Dean lifted Jacob up to his eyes. “What in the world were you thinking?” he demanded.

Jacob blinked rapidly, as always a little dazed with how quickly he moved in Dean’s grasp. He was getting used to it, which was weird all by itself, but he still had a ways to go. In the meantime, it took him a few seconds to put together a coherent response to Dean’s question.

“I was thinking I’d get to the floor,” he answered, a little cheek and a lot of dizziness in his tone.

June 12th excerpt:

Dean licked his lips. “Is that really what you think?” he asked hoarsely, shoving himself back to his feet. He almost stumbled away from the table, blindly grabbing for his jacket. Something in him wanted to get out, get away…

Somewhere he wouldn’t have to see the fear in Jacob’s eyes from the night before flash into his mind again.

“W-wait, Dean, lemme just…” Jacob tried to say, but Dean wasn’t listening to him. The human didn’t acknowledge him at all and seemed entirely out of sorts after the question.

June 11th excerpt: 

Jacob sighed and shrugged before reaching out to push Dean’s hand. “Sure, running towards the monsters. Sign me up.”

“Hey, as long as I’m running towards the monsters, it means they ain’t about to chase after me,” Dean shot easily back, smirking at the featherlight feeling of an amazingly small hand trying to push against his. On his own, Jacob would never be able to move the hand, but Dean played along and moved it away. Before getting out of reach, though, he curled his hand and playfully messed up Jacob’s hair. He couldn’t pass up a prime opportunity like that to mess with the kid.

June 10th excerpt:

The voice of Alex Trebek played over the speakers of the motel room TV. “This car was made famous in the film Knight Ri–

“What is the nineteen eighty-two Firebird!” Dean called out instantaneously.

Jacob flinched in his whole body, ducking his head and clamping his hands over his ears in surprise. Dean’s voice blurted from behind him, but also from under him. He was seated on the source.

He really should have seen that coming.  

June 9th excerpt:

“So glad you could enjoy yourself,” Jacob muttered with a roll of his eyes, still resenting how he must have looked just now.

Dean’s grin came back full force at the attitude he was getting from a kid smaller than his fingers. It had been so long since he’s had someone around to joke with, the attitude was refreshing. Like he’d been missing it for years and had only just noticed the absence.

“Aww, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Dean asked lightly. “You know you had fun too. In between cursing me out, that is.” He gave Jacob a playful nudge against his shoulder with a thumb. “You’ll just have to find a way to get me back. That way we’ll be even.”

June 8th excerpt:

Dean tossed his tie on the bed and shucked off his jacket. “Didja miss me?” he called out to the room at large, scanning for Jacob on the table.

Jacob only peered around the laptop once he was certain it was Dean. All human voices tended to rumble a little in the air, but the deep, gruff cadence was coming to be more and more familiar to the cursed teen. He poked his head out from his hiding place before stepping out fully.

June 7th excerpt: 

Dean smirked. “We’ll have to get you a sense of style, smalls. Maybe when I find some new clothes for you that fit. You’ll be a ladykiller in no time.” Dean couldn’t see, but Jacob rolled his eyes at the comment. He finished tightening his tie, glancing towards the mirror next to the bathroom. “There,” Dean said, satisfied. “Lookin’ sharp.”

June 6th excerpt:

“Gonna just walk right in?” Jacob asked, finding something to ask to take his mind off his sudden nerves in the shadow of an enormous hunter. “That actually works?”

Dean bobbed his head as he slipped his fake ID back into the inner pockets of his jacket. Pockets that were large enough, gaping enough, for Jacob to disappear into the same way. And If Dean didn’t want him found, he never would be.

“All it takes is confidence and the right outfit,” Dean told Jacob as he ambled over to the bed and pulled his handgun out from the back of his pants.

June 5th excerpt:

Dean blocked Jacob’s passage again with a hand, but it was only a half-hearted attempt this time. It would be easy for Jacob to get around the hand if he wanted to. Dean couldn’t stop himself from being slightly crestfallen at the way Jacob kept insisting that he needed to get out of the way.

“But… didn’t you want to learn how to do it? What to look for?” Dean couldn’t stop the hopeful tone of voice he adopted, looking forward to teaching someone else the ropes for once. Something he hadn’t done since Sam was around.