Yeah, there’s not much chance that Sam will let his tiny lil Jacob anywhere close to a giant among giants. He’s had enough trouble keeping Dean out of trouble with the little guy!
With the sizes in question, the biggest Jacob is unlikely to be able to see the tiny Jake without some sort of aid to help his sight. It’s a huge, huge difference between them!
September 7th excerpt:
Sam was finally starting to recover on the other bed, huffing with the occasional laugh. “He’s older than you,” he snickered at Dean again.
“Older than you too!” Dean protested in annoyance.
“I’m not the one that decided to start calling him kid!”
“You didn’t stop me!”
September 6th excerpt:
While Dean was distracted, he felt the sleeve of his shirt move, then the sensation of two tiny boots climbing up came. Sam was quick to get to his shoulder while he was down on the ground, claiming his regular perch.
“Ready,” Sam declared in satisfaction.
Dean moved his hands, about to push himself up, when he paused. Sam’s home was wide open. Before leaving, Dean took one of the larger books and placed it so it was blocking the entrance.
September 5th excerpt:
It didn’t make any damn sense. By rights, Sam should be in a jar, too.
September 4th excerpt:
Nodding, Dean stood and went over to the shelf, knocking idly at Sam’s wall. “C’mon, pint-size, get your act together!” he called through the holes sculpted into the walls. Both giving Sam a way to communicate, a way to get air, and some extra light on the interior. “The night’ll be half done by the time you’re ready!”
Sam stalked out. “I’m not that slow,” he swore in annoyance.
September 2nd excerpt:
“What are your plans?” Sam asked dubiously as he eyed up the slight bulge against Dean’s chest.
Dean shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. For now, he’s out of Bobby’s way, out of Rumsfeld’s way, and we’ve got the night to ourselves. Want to grab a movie?”
Sam considered. “What about Logan? I’m not sitting with you if he’s going to be bitching up a storm.”
“I’ll find a place to stash him for the night.”
Dean would desperately work to save Sam, and all thoughts of the case would be thrown out if he saw his little brother in such a bad position. He’d try and get Bowman to help him, his little brother is hurt, what if he dies…
Bowman, on the other hand, would be quite willing to help (which is why he shoved Sam away from the spider in the first place), but if he’s got a very intense and possibly accusing Dean on his case he might get flustered. He knows some of the right plants to help with a bite, but in the end his skill isn’t enough to do much healing so Sam would have to wait it out. At this stage, there’s no way Bowman could trust Dean enough to bring him to the village.
Remember Bothering Bowman, when Dean and Bowman argued in actual circles? It’s just how they make friends when there’s no Sam providing mediation.
August 31st excerpt:
Since Sam’s portion of the hot dog was cut into small pieces to make it manageable for the tiny hunter, Dean had to content himself with spearing the bite with his fork and dipping it in the ketchup, just like he’d done as a kid growing up. He could try piling it all into a bun to see how that would go, but since he was almost full, it seemed a waste of time.
Sam selected another shred of his leftovers and bun and had just begun to splice it all together when he happened to glance up at some movement on Dean’s chest. His eyebrows jumped up. “Dean!”
Well, whatever happened to Jacob has happened some time ago, so if someone was waiting for him to get desperate enough to go on a rampage, they were disappointed.
Jacob is a very naturally calm person and has a lot of survival experience. He’s been able to trap food on occasion (or steal cows), and certainly hasn’t come close to the point of a rampage, even after getting shot up and threatened by Dean. Which Sam and Dean know now, so it went unmentioned.
August 29th excerpt:
“I-I think we should start over,” Dean said in a wavering voice, trying to stand on his toes to spot Stan. Get me out of this.
It was a good thing Sam had ducked back into the walls.
Brothers Apart 