First Hunt

(Story 3 of the Brothers Adopted series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite

The last thing Jacob Andris ever expected was to find himself cursed by a witch to live out his life under half a foot tall. He never expected to find himself becoming part of a family that once would fit in his hand.

And he certainly never expected to find himself adopted by a hunter twenty times his size.

Characters: Jacob Andris, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

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Artwork by @mogadeer!

June 28th excerpt:

“Doesn’t exactly seem safe, running around in a room like that when I don’t know you’re there.” Sam held out the silver bullet that was pinched between his fingers, his last test unless he found some iron sitting around in the motel room. “See how this feels.”

“Yeah, because this is so much better than hiding,” Jacob muttered under his breath. He leaned skeptically away from the thing Sam held out to him so he could take a safer look at it. The shiny metal reflected his skepticism back at him in a warped image. Pinched in Sam’s huge fingers, the thing could almost disappear.

It was familiar, but Jacob couldn’t immediately summon up what that shape might mean.

June 25th excerpt:

“I told you I’m not going to hurtcha,” Sam said, frowning at the exaggerated movements from his hand. “Just… don’t want to get my laptop wet.”

He bit the cap off the bottle of holy water, which was in an extravagant clear plastic bottle shaped like Mary, Mother of Jesus, and tilted it so a drop hung out, then shook the entire thing to jar the drop free and send it splashing onto Jacob’s head.

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 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.

Could sb stand for something borrowed or sorry borrowers? Maybe even selling borrowers since it seems like Jacob is getting kidnapped.

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?”

In the sb excerpts, Jacob’s been living at home with his family, downsized (I’m guessing his mom found him when he first got shrunk), before he got snatched by someone. Is it Dean? It feels like it might be Dean.

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.

I’m guessing BFTP is basically Brothers Adopted, but with Dean tiny instead of Sam?

You got it!

Brothers Remembered has Sam and Dean separated in childhood, Dean barely managing to push his younger brother out of the way in time to avert the curse, but get caught in the blast himself. When, years later, another kid gets snapped up, what’s Dean to do but take him in and teach him to survive?

Since Dean is an adult when he finds Jacob, he takes him to his shelter and nurses him back to health, and helps the kid adjust when he wakes up. They occasionally talk to Walt and Mallory, but by and large Dean and Jacob are independent of the others.

Naturally, shenanigans happen when Sam stays overnight, suspecting none of this.


There was some keys tossed on the nightstand, and a shadow that passed by the vent, its owner out of sight. Dean’s eyes tracked the hulking shadow, enough to eclipse him and everyone he knew at the motel without a problem.

Then, the shadow’s owner came into view and Dean had to restrain himself from leaping back.

This human was big.

The guy might be the biggest person Dean had ever seen. Standing so tall that the vent was only a few scant feet above his head, his hair was longer and fluffed out at the sides, showing signs that he’d just gotten in and had no time to recover from his drive.

A classic road tripper, if a little young. Dean had an urge to cut that long, floppy hair that he couldn’t explain.

The human never noticed him up there, perched above the vent, but that was enough for Dean. He didn’t want to mess with a person that big, tired from driving or not. Whatever supplies this guy had, he could keep. Dean would run through the room after he checked out of the motel for good.

Hitching up his duffel, Dean turned toward home and left that room behind.