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October 12th excerpt:

Once Sam was down on the surface of the table, Jacob opened the bag to find the aforementioned laptop. He set it down and opened the top, marveling that someone who could curl up to nap on the trackpad had instructed him to set it up. Usually, his encounters with smaller folk didn’t involve much technology unless he wanted to hear all about how it had to be run by magic of some kind. Bowman didn’t believe that something could run on the same energy that sparked in the sky during a storm.

He also left Dean’s notebook near the computer before taking the bag and stepping back. It was hard to look away from someone so small who didn’t care how many corners everything had.

Why would he care? He’s not a sprite, he’s from places like this.

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Artwork by @homeiswheretheheartsare

Once everyone had their drink in hand, Dean offered up a toast. “Here’s to getting our resident Sasquatch back to properly towering over everyone around.”

“A-goddamn-men to that,” Jacob agreed, lifting his silvery handmade cup in cheers. He was so, so ready to get back to normal after his misadventure. Bowman shifted his own bottle cap (which was like a washbasin to Jacob) in an awkward imitation of the others, glancing at them to make sure he got it right.

Jacob had to chuckle. Bowman at least knew what a toast was because he’d had it explained to him before. Multiple times. He was shaky on the purpose of some human traditions, and Jacob was often at a loss for what to tell him. After all, a lot of human traditions came out of freaking nowhere.

Of course, in such cases, Bowman was never short of commentary on how silly that was.

Jacob took a drink, slowly savoring the mix of flavors in the beer. It was a local brew, and one of his favorites. Now that they were all past the mix up at the store, he had a chance to appreciate the fact that Dean had taken him up on his recommendation. Bowman took a drink of the stuff too, and Jacob grinned to see the sprite’s usual appreciative reaction to it. Seeing it in such a scale was interesting, too.

Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”

Character Profile: John Watson

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Name: John Hamish Watson

Age: 37

Height: 5′6″ || 3.47″

Species: Human

Eye Color: Blue-grey

Hair Color: Sandy blond

Gender: Male

Known Abilities: Trained as an Army doctor at St. Bart’s Hospital, John can break every bone in your body while naming them. His combat training is sharp, his reflexes quick, and he’s an expert marksman. Knows Morse code, and won’t hesitate to pull rank if he needs to (Captain John Watson does have a nice ring to it).

Background: After a three year tour in Afghanistan, John returned to London and soon met the mysterious Sherlock Holmes, who seemed to know everything about him. He was drawn in by curiosity and the detective’s promise of danger, and soon they were an inseparable pair.

As pointed out by Mycroft Holmes, John is an adrenaline junkie and misses the fast-paced action of war, but he has a heart of gold and can’t sit idly by while people need help. He’s well-settled with his action-packed life with Sherlock, and adding on a pair of Winchesters will only increase the drama.

Quotes: Christ, send the man a ruddy email and let me sleep!

Artwork by @mogadeer

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October 9th excerpt:

Despite knowing it was rude to stare, Jacob kept his eyes on Sam’s progress until the small form disappeared into the opening. Once he was out of sight, it was like he’d never been there. Jacob pushed himself up and brushed off his hands, marveling at what he’d just seen. If he were to look under the car again, he would almost miss that little opening.

Cars weren’t supposed to have tiny entrances like that, but it wasn’t the first surprise he’d gotten from the brothers. It wasn’t even the strangest surprise. Jacob returned to his feet and made his way to the driver door, peeking in the windows and wondering if he’d catch sight of Sam walking around in there.

Character Profile: Sherlock Holmes

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Name: William Sherlock Scott Holmes

Age: 33

Height: 6′0″ || 3.79″

Species: Human

Eye Color: Blue-green

Hair Color: Black

Gender: Male

Known Abilities: Heightened powers of observation and deduction. Stores memories, factoids, and any possibly useful information in a “mind palace”. Moderately versed in defensive combat (as well as most subjects and practices he finds useful). Has a degree in Chemistry, which he utilizes forensically, and plays the violin skillfully when he’s thinking.

Background: Sherlock’s path to becoming the world’s only consulting detective began when he was a schoolchild, kicking up a fuss about the death of Carl Powers, later revealed to be a murder. Later on, his unusual skills in deduction and observation married to his degree in chemistry and his morbid fascination with the human body and its weaknesses made him the ideal candidate to be consulted by the police for particularly baffling cases.

He thinks logically and understands humanity to the point that he grasps patterns in their behavior, but he is clueless on an individual, social basis. He effortlessly, usually unintentionally, infuriates people and declares himself a high-functioning sociopath, though his is mostly to stave off the insinuation that he’s a psychopath.

Quotes: I applaud you for your maturity!

Artwork by @mogadeer

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October 8th excerpt:

Jacob jolted at the sight of that mean-looking little fishhook soaring into the air. His lips parted and he lowered his head so he could see the underbelly of the car easier. To his astonishment, the hook caught on a small, nondescript opening in the metal, and the line pulled taut in Sam’s grip.

Holy shit, Jacob thought, an amazed smile sneaking onto his face. He couldn’t help it. That was badass.

While Sam scurried up the climbing line like it was as easy as breathing, Jacob watched in awed silence. Bowman would never be able to do something like that. He had enough trouble climbing on the fabric of Jacob’s hoodie and had to be rescued if he fell into the hood itself. Jacob doubted Sam would have the same trouble with it.

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October 7th excerpt:

Sam directed Jacob on where to lower him down, pointing out the ground directly next to the rear driver’s side tire. That would put him closest to his panic room entrance and shorten the journey.

From down on the ground next to the tire, Sam saw a rare perspective of the Impala– his home. She loomed overhead, all shadows underneath and chrome overhead throwing the sunlight back at Jacob. It could have been an intimidating scene, the ceiling over Sam’s head a confusing landscape of car parts that only Dean knew how to navigate, but instead Sam felt safe here. The Impala was as much his as it was Dean’s, as Dean would insist whenever he was working on her.

Sam turned back to Jacob. “I’m going to open the door on the driver’s side to let you in, okay?” he said seriously. “It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll get there.”

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October 6th excerpt:

By the time the Impala came into sight between the trees ahead, the sun was warm overhead. Jacob had almost gotten used to the tiny weight on his shoulder, barely noticeable unless he paid attention. Sam was a much quieter passenger than Bowman. Even Rischa, when she landed on him, had more questions.

He paused several paces away from the huge, shining black car and ignored the faint clatter of weapons in the duffel bag. “Crap,” he muttered. “I’m gonna guess you don’t have a spare key hidden in your bag.”