June 4th excerpt:
“Where do you think you’re going?” With one hand, Dean blocked Jacob from jumping off while his other hand typed in his login information. A standard username and an overused password, input without Dean even needing to lift his chin from the tabletop.
DWIN
babscom
He clicked enter and the start up music played its peaceful thrum. “You should give it a try!”
June 3rd excerpt:
Watching the computer boot up for a second or two, Jacob shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced over the expanse of the table. For the moment, that was how far the world went for him. He didn’t have any way to climb down, and it was well-established that Dean wouldn’t be letting him on the floor.
At least the attention was off him for a moment. Jacob, assuming he was off the hook while Dean worked, wandered towards the nearest edge of the table, looking out over the room at the gargantuan furniture and faraway walls.
Unfortunately for Jacob, that wasn’t what Dean had in mind for him.
A shadow fell over his body as two fingers pinched his hoodie between them. He was hauled off his feet and brought over to the laptop, dangling over the keyboard for a few seconds before being unceremoniously dropped down between the trackpad and the keyboard. He pitched forward and caught himself on his hands, noting that the plastic was already getting warmer from the machine at work within the casing.
June 2nd excerpt:
Dean went over to the coffee pot in the kitchenette, getting out a mug. He kept Jacob in his hand while he poured himself a cup, sighing at the smell. “There’s nothin’ like a good cup of joe in the morning,” he said, half to himself and half to the kid that was hanging out in his fist. “I don’t know what I’d do without it.”
He brought the cup over to the table and set it down. “Almost forgot.” He grabbed the bottlecap from the nightstand. “Can’t leave you out, now, can I?”
June 1st excerpt:
The coffee was almost done when he got back and he smiled in triumph. It wouldn’t get cold on him.
Dean went over to the nightstand to get Jacob up for the day. “Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey!” With a grin, he opened up the drawer and peered in to search for where the kid was sleeping. His eyes softened a little when he saw the guy curled up in the flannel shirt. It was almost bunched right over his head for sleep.
He reached in, nudging the shirt off of the tiny form and scooping him up into a loose fist again. “C’mon, half-pint. Time for some coffee.”
May 31st excerpt:
Dean’s eyes flashed to Jacob in surprise, seeing that he was backed defensively against the lamp. “Chill, you’ll be fine.” He reached forward again and snagged Jacob in a hand. “This is for your own good.”
May 30th excerpt:
It only took Dean a moment to find a good shirt for his plans. The warm blue flannel would be perfect as a bed. He stood back up from his stooped position, giving his arms a stretch. His back cracked, almost like it was lecturing him about binge watching TV.
He rubbed his hair as he walked back over to the nightstand, his eyes slowly trailing up to where he’d left Jacob. “Hope you don’t mind a shirt, I’m a little short of beds made for Tink–”
His voice cut off when he realized Jacob wasn’t standing where he’d left him. Dean’s heart froze and he instantly stared down at the ground to make sure the floor was clear. “Jacob? Where are you?”
May 29th excerpt:
Dean let out a yawn, almost going to cover his mouth with the hand holding Jacob in it. He caught himself halfway there, almost freezing mid-yawn. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, lowering his hand down.
Jacob’s eyes were wide and he had to remind himself to take a breath. He never thought he’d have to fear something like that, and yet almost being lifted towards a giant mouth that was stretching wide open had made his heart nearly stop. He was reminded all over again that he was small enough to fit in that mouth. “D-don’t mention it,” he mumbled, very sincere in that wish.
Don’t mention it or do it ever again, Jesus Christ.
May 28th excerpt:
“I wouldn’t call it short,” Dean said easily. “I’d say you’re just size-deficient.” He planted the tip of his index finger on Jacob’s chest and gently pushed him back towards the tape measure. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Based on the way Jacob was fighting against it, there wouldn’t be many chances to get his sizes for future clothing when Dean managed to find a store that sold more than just cheap barbie clothes. Maybe he’d get lucky and find a store geared just towards dolls. It might be more expensive but it would be worth it.
At the sight of Jacob’s exasperated struggles, Dean let out a small sigh and took slight pity on him. “Okay, how about this. I don’t even have to tell you how tall you are.”
May 27th excerpt:
Dean lifted up the measuring tape and dangled it close to Jacob. “It’ll only take a second.”
Jacob made a flat look at the tape measure, and at the notepad Dean had dragged closer. “No thanks,” he answered, sidling away from both pointedly. He had a feeling that the number, no matter how close or far it was from his estimation, wouldn’t be very encouraging at all. He was still small enough for Dean to drop in a pocket. “I already know I’m not winning any height contests here, so there’s no need.”
May 26th excerpt:
“Alright, I got something, are you happy?” Jacob asked, sounding as flustered as he looked.
“Hmm…” Dean thought about it, then decided on “No.” He didn’t bother forcing Jacob to get anything else, but he did pinch off a piece of his burger. “I’m as big a fan of french fries as the next guy, but I’d hardly call it a balanced meal by any standards.”
Brothers Apart 