“Do you have a napkin?” Sam asked, momentarily breaking out of his reverie. “It’ll be like a picnic blanket I can wipe my hands with.”
John perked up and his eyes darted back to Sam as the boy spoke up. His suggestion had been considered in passing as John worked, but it was admittedly a little endearing to have it described like a picnic blanket.
John popped a slice of bread into the toaster, putting it on a light setting. Just enough to get it crispy on the outside. By the time that was done, the eggs were, too, and he put those on the plate with the bacon. Separately, he took a small cutting knife and took a small rectangle off one corner and split it into two squares. These he pressed thin with the flat of his knife, to make them easier for Sam and Dean to handle.
As Sam was finishing with his hair, Dean packed the last of their supplies. He replaced the lid of the ceramic pot he’d found behind a dresser a few months back, covering up the dry food supplies they’d gathered to keep it fresh, and keep any bugs away from it. They would return here again, and if the food was still good, they would use it for meals. If not, they’d take it and dispose of it. It was best to avoid wasting what they took from the human side of the household.
With their place packed up and cleaned, they left it behind once more.
It’s not that Bobby is necessarily the worst option out there. He has a very bad track record with little guys so far in every story I’ve written him in (beginning with his original canon appearance in Bowman of Wellwood). The guy thinks that being bigger = being in charge. Combine that with seeing his normally 6′5″ friend at such a small size, and there would be a lot of teasing. He’d most likely be a bit too harsh for such a little guy before he stopped to listen.
Sam, being the independent and confident little guy that he is, would probably annoy Bobby a bit (Why isn’t he acting at least a little intimidated???). They’d need Jacob there to keep him focused.
Mostly Jacob will have to put up with being on the other end of Sherlock’s pocket magnifier. He’s so much littler than all the others, even Oscar! He can probably narrow down a few possibilities of his ordeals if there are signs of poor Jake’s wear and tear over the course of JIW, and he’ll be interested to know just how he got so very smol. Jake’s in for gentle pokes and a lot of examining and zero personal space until Sherlock gets shooed away from him.
At this point, extra tiny Jacob is more than Done over the fact that he’s tiny again, after all the crap he went through before he was graciously allowed to be tol again. If not for a certain Sam likely scooping him up into a satchel, he’d most likely just weather Sherlock’s attention with the most exhausted, exasperated silence.
I don’t quite have anything with a harvest mouse yet lined up for Sam, but he does make a few friends with some house mice while he’s helping Dean on a case…
Sam’s torrent of words was cut off by a knock at the door, and he turned in his chair, his face blank for a moment as he was unable to remember why someone might be knocking.
Then, he remembered.
“Oh! That’s the pizza.” Sam turned back to the table. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Sam looked worriedly at Dean. “You gotta be careful with him!” he warned quietly.
With a rueful grin, Dean shook his head in exasperation. “I take care of you, right?” he reminded Sam. “He’ll be fine with me.”
Reaching for Sam’s pocket, Dean flipped open the flap and went to scoop the kid up into a confined fist to avoid anyone else spotting what they had hidden.
Brothers Apart 