July 21st excerpt:
By the time the brief conversation to get checked in was over, Jacob’s ears were ringing. He had to keep from fidgeting in the cloth enclosure while he waited for Dean to get to the room, having been stuck in there for hours now. At the sound of a door closing, he moved to stand in the pocket once more. “Finally,” he groused. “Done with pockets for now.”
“It can’t be all that bad,” Dean protested, but he moved to scoop Jacob out of the pocket with two fingers regardless.
July 20th excerpt:
“Sit tight,” Dean cautioned as he pulled into the parking lot. “Gonna get us a room.”
Jacob rolled his eyes. He knew what sit tight meant for him, and he begrudgingly let go of the edge of the pocket to duck back into the folds.
July 19th excerpt:
The wait stretched out longer and longer, and Jacob eventually pulled himself to a stand. He gripped the fabric carefully, and when he was standing at last, he crossed his arms over the edge of the pocket to stay steady. “Are we there yet,” he quipped half-heartedly, squinting down the road as they sped along.
Dean glanced down, a smile on his face the contrast to Jacob’s worry. Lightly ruffling Jacob’s hair before putting his hand on the wheel, he shook his head. “Still got a bit more to go,” he said, tapping out the beat to Smoke on the Water while he talked. “We’ll be there soon.”
June 12th excerpt
Jacob gripped the edge of the pocket with a frown, keeping his feet under him no matter how wobbly it became. His grip was sure. “I was doing fine,” he insisted. Then, he realized, “I don’t even know your actual name and you’re already giving me dumb nicknames? Seriously?”
“Hey! That nickname was not dumb!”
June 11th excerpt:
Dean couldn’t stop a snort of amusement when he saw the teenager tumble into his pocket. He could only faintly feel Jacob’s weight against his chest, as easily overlooked as a book of matches or a motel notebook. Yet to Dean, that tiny weight couldn’t be ignored if he tried. Jacob was trusting him with his life, willingly or not, and he would never put a kid in danger.
Scooping a finger into the pocket, Dean helped Jacob stand back up with a smirk on his face. “Better watch yourself there, half-pint,” he snickered. “Can’t have you getting yourself in trouble in a pocket.”
June 10th excerpt:
Jacob tried to slip into the pocket like he’d done before. He wasn’t used to the perspective. There was a broad chest like a wall in front of him, and Jacob already heard the heartbeat plodding away and powering the much bigger person’s body. Jacob’s heartbeat was faster, and so much weaker, and he still hadn’t been able to avoid the intimidation that always crept up his back like a chill.
When he let himself scoot off of the hand, he had farther to fall than he expected. He missed grabbing the edge of the pocket, and instead fell to the bottom in a heap. “Fuckdammit,” he complained, squirming to right himself.
June 9th excerpt:
Jacob was frozen, stuck once again between fear and confusion by the man’s actions. He could hardly lean away from the fingertip against half his face, though he did what he could. Of all things that could have happened, this was the least expected. He could have been enclosed in a tighter fist, or shoved into a pocket to be trapped and out of sight and earshot. Instead, he was simply shushed.
Ding ding ding!
You’ve got it! #sb stands for Something Borrowed, and the something that gets borrowed is……..
Jacob!
(Our working titles for this were Borrowed Without Permission and An Unexpected Journey, so you can imagine how fabulous this is going to go for wee Jake).
The rumbling in the floor died out with the giant no longer in motion, and Jacob stared with wide, stunned eyes at the hand that had become a wall to him. He was less than four inches tall; that hand dwarfed him so easily it didn’t even feel real. He could see minuscule scars and calluses in the thick skin, details he probably wouldn’t even notice if he wasn’t so damn small.
Twisting around with the thought of darting back under the dresser, he found another hand blocking his way. Jacob was trapped between hands big enough to crush him with just a few fingers.
That realization settled in the pit of his stomach, and finally prompted him to look up.
Looming overhead was a giant, grinning face, smug for having caught him so easily. Jacob still couldn’t see the real motive in that face, even though he could see more than half of it now. He just saw someone smirking down at him, someone easily twenty times his own size. He was scared.
Legs shaking and nowhere to run to, Jacob held his hands up weakly. “W-wait,” he said, unsure if his voice even carried up enough for the man to hear.
Dean barely noticed Jacob talking, too riveted on the tiny teenager he’d trapped. He moved one of his hands quickly towards Jacob, knocking the kid’s feet out from under him and tipping him onto the palm of his hand with the tiniest yelp of surprise Dean had ever heard. Despite the fact that all of Jacob’s weight tumbled into his hand, Dean could barely feel him lying there.
Fascinated, Dean lifted Jacob up into the air, his intent green eyes taking in every one of Jacob’s few inches. The kid was tiny, not even stretching all the way from one side of Dean’s palm to the other. He was wearing a hoodie, slightly too large for his frame, along with jeans. Dean curiously pinched one of the tiny hands between two fingers, feeling the soft skin and precise movements of little fingers.
“Dude!” Dean couldn’t keep in the exclamation, earning a startled flinch from Jacob. “The news wasn’t kidding about you, was it?”
We were going to keep it a secret as long as possible… That 22-year-old, young and bright-eyed hunter that broke into Jacob’s house and kidnapped him… is the one and only Dean Winchester!
“Was it something I said?”
Undeterred by Jacob’s refusal to respond, Dean crept closer to the edge of the dresser, beginning to size it up to estimate if he could just reach under and grab the kid out. The space under the furniture wasn’t much, and he wasn’t sure how far his arm would reach before getting stuck.
Keeping the light on Jacob and his head sideways against the ground, Dean gave the kid a grin in an attempt to win him over. “C’mon, I just wanna talk to ya!”
Jacob didn’t believe that for a second. He took another step back, feeling crowded in even more as the guy moved closer to the edge. He could only see half of the man’s face, and it was still overwhelming. There was too much confidence in that half-smirk he could see.
May 4th excerpt:
Ducking close to one of the houses he was passing by, he lifted the hand holding Jacob up so they could talk quick and shushed the kid, placing a finger lightly against Jacob’s lips to keep him from drawing attention to himself.
Brothers Apart 