September 11th excerpt:
For a short moment, Jacob didn’t realize the small voice was directed at him. The brothers had their own rapport, but he was still an outsider among them. He glanced away from the view out the window to find a tiny expectant look aimed his way, and his eyebrows went up.
September 9th excerpt:
“You’re giving everyone your pissy face,” Sam said under his breath, just loud enough for Dean to make out the words. He was still glowing from the awe he’d received from Jacob, able to feel the teenager’s eyes on him every step of the way while he climbed. Sam was impressed with himself for impressing the tallest person around. He didn’t want Dean scaring off Jacob.
Dean ignored Sam and stalked past Jacob. “We’re taking the Impala!” he said in annoyance. “I know the way.”
“… Alright,” Jacob replied. Dean’s actions caught him off guard a second time, blowing past him in his haste. He was glad Dean was so determined to get right to helping the sprites, and chose to think nothing of the attitude he was getting. Bowman had mentioned that Dean was an intense human, Jacob just hadn’t realized how intense.
Dean: “Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they’re only dangerous to your wallet.”
September 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped a hand to the table, fingers idly pressing into the nicked wood surface. “I think it’s time to head there and check things out,” he decided.
Sam cast a glance over his shoulder at Jacob as he darted towards the hand Dean had left resting on the table for him. After so long spent with Dean, it was easy to recognize an “all aboard!” gesture. Hitching up his satchel, Sam bounded onto the back of Dean’s hand and began to scale up the muscular arm, taking advantage of handholds in the fabric that neither human could see.
Sam: “I think I found a lead.”
September 7th excerpt:
The coffee maker went off with a cheery ding that stood out against the somber mood that had fallen over the three at the table. Or, rather, two at the table, and one on it.
Dean didn’t bother getting out of his chair to get the coffee. He merely leaned back, precariously balanced for a few long seconds while he stretched his arm to snag the coffee pot. Sam found himself holding his breath until the chair legs thudded to the ground. He might not get hurt if Dean tumbled over, but it would be like living through an earthquake hit with his older brother as the epicenter.
( Original post )
Dean sees Jacob very different than Jacob sees him in turn most of the time.
This Dean has been hunting alone for a very long time, and certainly wanted to help Jacob when he found him. That much loneliness means Jacob is also one of Dean’s very few friends, and the closest one he has. He wants to do right by the kid.
IT’S WORKING OUT SO WELL FOR HIM.
Dean: "This is Dad’s single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he’s passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”
September 6th excerpt:
“Don’t forget the sugar this time!” Sam called as Dean set up the coffee maker and got it started. He got another annoyed glance, but only moments later, the container of sugars and creamers was set down next to him.
“For you to ruin your coffee with again,” Dean muttered as he finally took a seat close to Sam, still on edge.
“It’s not like we’re sharing,” Sam said, letting Dean’s annoyed manner slide right off him. He doubted Jacob (or anyone else, really) was ready to deal with Dean in this mood, leaving Sam the only one who could handle the older hunter.
September 5th excerpt:
Dean immediately dropped down, pawing through the condiments in the kitchenette on a single-minded quest. “Is there any coffee? I haven’t had a drop since we started out, and I gotta tell ya, driving through the night is not my favorite way to spend time.”
“You do it all the time,” Sam said, faintly scolding his older brother.
Dean glanced up briefly, scowling at Sam. “You know, I could just hoard the coffee for myself,” he complained.
“Sure Dean, whatever you say.”
Brothers Apart 