“Bobby’s around if you need anything,” Dean reminded Sam, reaching forward to briefly brush Sam’s bedhead into a bigger mess, then grinning hugely at the swears he got in return.
Standing, Dean pretended he couldn’t hear any of Sam’s sputtered cusses. “What’s that?” he asked over his shoulder, cupping an ear. “I can’t hear you!”
There’s actually a few reasons he hasn’t shared the journal just yet in the actual Brothers Apart storyline! (In Brothers Lost and Brothers Consulted, Dean has, on more than one occasion, stolen Sam’s journal with varying results).
In the beginning, Sam didn’t know if Dean was the brother he remembered. It was well over a decade since they’d seen each other last, so he took it slow. The journal was one of the things he kept private, and Dean respected that.
Later on, as their bond came back, and they grew to be a team, Sam discovered that without something to magnify his journal, Dean can’t read it. The tiny handwriting in it is too small for Dean to read, and it would feel plain awkward for Dean to sit there with a magnifying glass the entire time they’re looking through it.
If Sam ever gets a chance with Dean at his scale, he’d love to share it with his big brother…
Curious about what was going on, Oscar worked up the courage to pull himself towards the opening of the pocket. All he needed was a glimpse of where they were going, and he could hop back down without even Dean noticing. He hoisted himself up to the edge and paused before shakily trying to nudge the pocket flap just enough to peek past it.
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!”
I’m sorry I have to let you know that reading this ask nearly knocked me out of my chair. Thank you so much.
To answer the actual scenario, these two might actually have trouble even perceiving each other, and even then that might be with the help of the Lounge. Luckily there’s the no-harm magic around so that giant Jacob speaking wouldn’t shake mini Jacob apart.
Beyond that, their sizes are so different it’d be hard to comprehend. Giant Jacob definitely can’t see the little guy as more than a speck. Meanwhile the little guy’s whole entire sky is a face. What the heck. Why this. He’d have to dive into someone’s satchel to just try to process the size difference. Do not leave him on that giant’s hand; he’d get lost.
Turning back to the nightstand, John’s heart gave a little stutter to see Sam so close to the edge of the nightstand. “You okay?” he blinked, not quite yet putting two and two together.
Sam’s lips turned down into a frown. “I can’t follow you,” he said disconsolately, rubbing the sole of his boot over a mark on the nightstand’s surface. It was wider than his boot, but so relatively small to everything else.
Brothers Apart 