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New masterpost journal! With a growing amount of stories and a huge amount of chapters, I've switched to listing the first chapter of each story. Within each chapter you will find links to the following chapters. :heart:

Recent update: All the one word prompts posted to DA so far added in their requisite sections, and a section added for Brothers Adopted with the prompt prequels to the series that were posted this week.



Season 1



Sam was hit with a witch’s curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they’ve trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witch’s gaze all these years. And now… 



After being separated for over a decade, Sam and Dean are still trying to get used to living with each other again. Four inch tall Sam is just starting to adjust to living with a gigantic human when they find something in Dean’s pocket that sets them on the road with a new case. 



After a routine salt and burn the boys decide to take the night off. Drinking with a four inch tall brother ends with
some interesting times.
 


Part 4Home

A disturbing dream drives the brothers back to the one place they never thought they’d go again… home. 



Footsteps follow a girl up the stairs in her apartment and fate hands the brothers a very strange case to solve. While on the hunt, Sam has to come to terms with his size in new ways. 


After John calls up Sam and Dean out of the blue, the boys get into a fight, resulting in Dean off on another hunt and Sam storming off… under the bench seat of the Impala. 


Part 7: Taken

The brothers are working an easy case in Hibbing, Minnesota when they’re reminded just how delicate their situation is. The reminder? A cold bucket of water in the face for Dean, and a world of trouble for Sam. 



Season 2



Part 8The Schism of Fire and Water

After two months spent waiting for Sam’s arm to heal, both brothers are getting cabin fever. An unusual string of natural disasters a state over gets them back on the road with a unique case. 


Part 9: Adventures at Bobby's

Sam is healed and the sprites are stopped. But not everything is back to normal in the life of the Winchesters. They have things to figure out and an Impala to fix before they can get back to hunting. 


Part 10A Lich of Sense
--Cowritten by the lovely PL1--

What happens when you have Winchesters in the Wellwood? A bad day for Bowman Leafwing, as an encounter with a certain hunter and his brother goes awry, and zombie wolves move into the forest.


Short stories of Brothers Apart:

Walt
Things are looking grim for Walt when he's captured by humans and trapped in a cage... what does fate hold in store for the man that stands under four inches tall?

Brothers Apart Side Story || Out of the Frying Pan
One day, the motel that Garen lived in with his family decided to call pest control. Now, no one's safe and he has to try to get everyone out of the building without being seen. What does fate have in store for them?

Witchcraft
Celeste may not show her face around the Winchesters often, but she's always up to something.

New 
Welcoming a child into the world is complicated when you stand under four inches in height tall.

Flowers 
Walt can do many things, but resisting Mallory is not one of them.

Dreaming 
Dreams are all Bree has during her years of captivity.

Green 
Mallory taught Krissy how to sew from a young age.

Rainbow 
Alyssa has spent her entire life living in the wilderness, and takes the joys she can find to her father.

Awaken 
A young Rumsfeld discovers the burrow, and protects it.

Wish 
A water sprite may rue the legends of fairies granting wishes when she's mistaken for a different kind of fae.

Snow 
Kara sees someone that might be able to help her save her daddy from the humans that took him.

Music 
Krissy wanders the vents to think things through and finds herself above Dean's room.


Pretend 
Kara and Sean play pretend right before bed.



Brothers Apart - What is Sam?


The Characters of Brothers Apart:




Brothers Lost


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--Series cowritten by the lovely PL1--


Part 1The Road Not Taken

Saving people. Hunting things.

It was what they were supposed to
 do. Who they were supposed to be. Instead, that life was stolen from them by a witch and a curse in childhood, stripped away and replaced by one goal: 

Survival.




Short stories of Brothers Lost:

A Ghost from the Past (11 x 17) || A Ghost From the Past (11 x 17) 2 

A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.



Brothers Adopted


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--Series cowritten by the lovely PL1--


Short Stories of Brothers Adopted:

Ice Cream 

Celeste finds her next mark near Trails West while watching the neighborhood children flock out to get ice cream.

A Friendly Neighborhood by PL1

Just fourteen years old, Jacob Andris is on a road trip with his mother.



Brothers Together


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Dean Rescues Sam

What if instead of Walt and Mallory rescuing Sam when he got cursed, Dean and John were able to find him before the witch took off?


Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines
--Cowritten by the lovely PL1--

A month has passed since Sam was cursed, and there's no cure in sight. He and Dean are left on their own during one of John's hunts to go to school and do their best to get by. After all this time, Sam's no more used to being small than he was before, and when Dean catches an unexpected visitor he gets the chance to learn all about his new size.




Brothers Unexpected


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Pinky Promise 
by PL1

Sam finds someone unexpected in the motel room their dad left them in... someone who's more afraid of Sam than he is of them.


Other Supernatural GT stories:



A girl goes missing from Indiana while on the phone with her sister, screaming about giant, killer cats. Now Dean and Sam have to unravel this mystery before Dean's next on the menu! 



On a missing persons case in PA, Sam finds more than he bargained for. In the meantime, Dean has to find a way to get his brother back to normal.


Short Stories


The Dollhouse

Sam and Dean are on a regular salt and burn to find a missing girl when they discover a haunted dollhouse - and Sam's about to become one of the dolls!

Afraid

After being attacked in her own room, Erin wakes up to everything different. With nowhere safe to run, what will become of her?

A Ghost from the Past (11 x 17)

A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.

Don't You Cry No More

Sam inherited the Impala after Dean's death and finds that for some people, death isn't the end.



Prompts


Walt
Things are looking grim for Walt when he's captured by humans and trapped in a cage... what does fate hold in store for the man that stands under four inches tall?

Dean Rescues Sam
What if instead of Walt and Mallory rescuing Sam when he got cursed, Dean and John were able to find him before the witch took off?

Cursed Dean
What would happen if Dean had been the one to get cursed when Sam was attacked in that motel room?

Playtime
I love how Dean interacts with the kids! How about a short story about the kids using sleeping Dean as a playground.

The Incredible Shrinking Winchester
What if a new stage of the curse set in and Sam shrunk even more? How would he and Dean deal with that?

A Dwindling Perspective by the wonderful TorchMLP
Sam's shrinking doesn't end when Bobby and Dean lose sight of him...

The Climbing Bet
I always thought for a fun idea, have Sam try to climb up a bookshelf or vanity to show off to Dean.

Walt vs. Dean
So Dean keeps worrying about what would've happened if it hadn't been Sam he found in that motel room, but had been some other little person. What *would* have happened if it had been someone else - Krissy, or Walt, or Mallory?

The Cat
Will Sam ever face a cat? That won't be a good experience!

Family Movie Night
You know what would be really cute? Dean hosting a movie night for Sam and the family, complete with freshly made popcorn for the kids and a big pillow for them to relax on.

Ant Man
Yo how about Sam being pumped to see Ant Man!!!




Co-Written Stories




The Comeback Kid
--Cowritten by the lovely Obsess-Confess--

On a case out in California, troubles afoot when Sam falls asleep in the Impala and Dean comes out to find his baby - and his baby brother - a little... different.

An Appreciation for the Sun
--Cowritten by the lovely PL1--

Castiel finds himself wandering the earth after the events surrounding Samhain's resurrection, and finds someone he didn't expect.



Supernatural Stories



Don't You Cry No More 
Sam inherits the Impala after Dean's death and finds that for some people, death isn't the end.

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Sam led the way in silence. The motel air, filled with dust and the musty scent of the walls, hung heavy around them, the darkness closing in. With most of the patrons of the motel settling in for the night, the two brothers had to stay quiet. No hushed conversation floated between them, no good-natured joking or nudging.

A young mouse passed by them, briefly snuffling against Sam first, then Jacob. Small whiskers tickled their hands as she squeaked at her two friends before moving on to her own destination. Sam smiled. With his dad and the others taking care of the rats in the walls along with any other larger pests that they found, it was a small haven for the mice. So long as none were seen by the humans, they wouldn’t have to worry about traps inside the walls, and everyone was cautious to avoid that possibility. The small folk and the mice always helped each other when they could.

The vent appeared in the distance. Light poured in through the vertical openings, left open from when Sam had visited Dean the night before. He hadn’t bothered closing it behind him, hoping to avoid stacking any more guilt on his brother.

Besides, they were proving even now that he’d be back again. Sam couldn't leave his brother on his own after finally finding him again.

Once they came up alongside the vent, Sam paused. Where they stood, Dean wouldn’t spot them, giving them a moment to compose themselves before braving the room beyond. When Sam listened, he could catch the sound of keys clicking on the computer as Dean kept himself busy. Getting by to get by echoed in Sam’s head, Dean’s sad voice filling his thoughts. Dean had kept himself going in a hollow, achingly lonely existence ever since losing their dad.

Sam took a deep breath. “You ready?” he asked Jacob, eyes glued to the light streaming in.

Jacob stared at the vent for a few seconds more, listening to the sounds beyond it. The familiar sound of plastic keys on a computer reached him. If he really listened, Jacob could also hear the steady breathing of lungs bigger than their home. He took his own deep breath, a small rush of air to clear his head.

The lingering tickle of mouse whiskers against his hand, the light leaking into the walls through the ventilation shaft, and the room beyond it all left their marks on Jacob's thoughts. He was small, outmatched by almost everything. At the same time, his curse was recent enough that he still remembered what it'd be like to stand on a more equal scale with the human in that room. Jacob was straddling two different mindsets. One said this is all normal and the other said everything is too big for this to be real.

Of course, both sides made him hesitate a second more.

Realizing he'd paused, Jacob shook himself out of it, and nodded. He'd come this far. No reason to back out now.

"Yeah. No time like the present," he replied in a hush, a sheepish chuckle working its way into his voice.

Sam was the first out, slipping through the metal slits. He landed softly on the ground by habit, head snapping up to see if Dean was looking in their direction.

The hunter continued on with his work. A little tension released from Sam’s shoulders, glad he could keep quiet enough to keep a hunter from noticing him. After his attempted rescue of Jacob had woken Dean up, he’d begun to doubt his skills.

Jacob followed out of the vent as Sam started his trek across the floor, far more hesitant to come into the room. Neither spoke up while they went, instinctively trying to keep quiet and avoid the human’s notice. It might just be Dean, the only person that Sam could rely on growing up, but he was much larger and much more intimidating than when they’d been children.

To say the least.

Considering the table alone would be over 50 feet tall from Sam and Jacob’s perspective, Dean was immense. Boots that could crush a car, speed to outdistance that same car if he needed to… They were helpless compared to him, even with their weapons. If Sam and Jacob both struck Dean’s hand with their weapons and landed solid blows, he’d still be able to sweep them off the floor with his other hand, completely trapping them in seconds. He was not to be taken lightly by any stretch of the imagination, not by humans, not by monsters and certainly not by people smaller than his hand.

To cross the room, Sam used the bed to shadow their path, the long mattress stretched above their heads. It was clear that Jacob appreciated that choice as much as he did. Only once they reached the foot of the bed did he hesitantly step out into the open.

Dean noticed immediately. The hunter shifted in his seat, eyes landing on Sam and trailing over to Jacob, standing in the shadows of the bed. Dean’s eyes widened. “Hey, good to see you back,” he managed to get out. “I, ah… I don’t know if Sam told you, but I’m sorry about yesterday. Really. If I could take it back…”

Jacob's eyes widened a little with the huge gaze settled on him. Even though he hung back in the shadows, standing as still as he could, the hunter had found him. Of course, Jacob knew his hiding place was far from foolproof, and he didn't intend to hide away from Dean anyway ... but it still unnerved him.

The look in those eyes was far different from the look he'd seen when he first encountered them. If Jacob had had any doubt before of Dean's remorse, it was erased now.

"No, it's, um," Jacob answered, almost startling himself with the volume he needed to use to make sure Dean heard him. He hadn't spoken that loudly in years, and his throat almost complained.

"That ... that was yesterday and this is today, right?" he continued, his hand tightening on the strap of his satchel. Yesterday. He'd been trapped and afraid he might never see his family again, either by being taken away from them or ...

Jacob rocked back on his heels once before taking a step or two to follow Sam out from the shadows. His nerves skyrocketed for a moment and Jacob had to let his eyes wander around the room. Just a few seconds with his eyes on anything but the giant staring down at him. As luck would have it, he found the vase that had been his prison barely more than a day ago. The fake flowers were returned to it and it was back on the dresser where it belonged.

Jacob sighed and latched onto an opportunity. "Love what you've done with the place, that looks nice there," he jested. He had no idea if it would lighten some of the awkward tension, but at the very least joking about the very thing used to trap him helped Jacob move forward, if only a little.

Dean cracked a hesitant smile at that, internally glad that Jacob was recovered enough to joke. “I figured the place needed a bit more color,” he played along, relieved that the vase wasn’t making Jacob edgy. He’d considered dumping it in the bathroom, just to put it out of sight.

He still might if the guilt didn’t let up.

Dean glanced over the table, nervously arranging the scattered books so there was enough space on the tabletop without crowding the other two. The laptop he left on its own, immersed as he was in his search to find out more about when they’d both been cursed.

“If you want, you’re welcome to come join in,” Dean said when he was certain everything was out of the way. “I’ve got more pizza…”

He trailed off as he saw Sam cross the open space on the floor between the bed and the table. It had been a day, and he still couldn’t believe how small they both were. They couldn’t stand over four inches tall, yet he’d seen both of them climb down a sheer drop with nothing more than twine for Jacob and fishing line for Sam. Scavenged supplies and no safety features. It was nothing short of amazing.

Jacob stuck close to Sam as they went, sending surreptitious glances in Dean’s direction from time to time. Dean held himself still, remembering how jumpy Sam had been the night before when he was moving around. He was just so much bigger than they were; every movement was exaggerated. It would take time for them to feel comfortable with him after the day before.

He hoped they gave him that time.

Dean straightened once the hooks both flew up, pushing down the desire to make sure they were fastened securely to the table. If they slipped, he just had to catch them. That was all.

Sam was definitely the fastest climber between them. Dean had climbed a time or two in his line of work, but Sam put any of his skill with rope to shame as he darted right up.

Once his hook was in place, Jacob followed Sam, putting all his focus on the twine in his hands again. Even on a normal climb, he couldn't risk distracting himself from the task, or he could fall. Today there just happened to be an extra large distraction in the room, watching them make their way up.

Jacob wasn't about to be left behind on the ground, so he climbed steadily after Sam despite being much slower. The distance between the two brothers grew a little before Sam reached the top, leaving Jacob to catch up with him. That, at least, was nothing new. Jacob put a lot of deliberation into every move, trying to memorize the form before he pushed himself too much.

By the time he reached the tabletop, too, he'd gotten himself good and sidetracked from the real reason they were there. One glance upwards brought it all back. A human. The one he'd volunteered to come and visit. At least, from up on the table, Dean didn't loom over them as much. He was still so much bigger, and far more powerful, but they weren't stuck on the floor staring up at a man the size of a building.

Jacob left his hook in the table as usual, seeing no need to tuck it away into his bag. If he needed to make a quick exit (and he might, depending on the whims of his nerves), he could. One hand rested idly on his bag, right where the strap met the rest of it, and his fingers drummed absently on the well-worn leather. Even in only three years of owning it, Jacob had put that bag to good use.

He wanted to ask what all the books were for, but held himself back. They looked like platforms of varying heights and sizes scattered around their area of the table. Jacob sized one up absently, wondering if he'd be able to lift it.

Sam left his hook in the table as well, unable to stop his subconscious from agreeing with Jacob’s idea. The instincts ingrained into his mind already screamed at him constantly, telling him to hide, dammit, get under cover! Sam pushed those away, determined to give Dean a chance no matter what anyone else said about his human size. He couldn’t help it any more than Sam or Jacob could help their sizes.

Jacob being there with him gave Sam a huge boost in his confidence that maybe, just maybe, they could make it work. There was no reason aside from instinctive fear for Sam or the others to distrust Dean. Not after how remorseful Dean had turned out to be. Dean’s eyes were huge and hopeful past the regret whenever he glanced at Jacob or Sam.

Sam was more assured than he’d been the night before as he let himself walk farther onto the table. Some of the nerves were starting to vanish with more exposure to Dean. He didn’t even flinch when Dean put a hand on the table to push himself to a stand now that they were both safely off the floor. He knew it was coming. There was no reason for him to be jumpy. For any of them to be jumpy.

Now maybe if he kept telling himself that, it would eventually sink in.

“Okay, I’m just gonna… grab some pizza,” Dean said as he stood. “Sit tight, guys.”
Family Ties 17
CHAPTER 17: Second Chances

Everyone's in the room and ready to give this another go!

 

Comments are always welcome! :heart: 
 

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Prequel: Ice Cream || A Friendly Neighborhood

First: Family Ties 1

Previous: Family Ties 16

Next: Coming October 2nd 2016 at 9pm est. 





For all Supernatural stories by yours truly, please visit my Masterpost of Stories! If you still want more after that, the story tumblr is always open with fanart and you can ask about anything in the stories and see what we're currently up to! Visit Brothers Apart and give it a follow!

For anyone interested, my wonderful cowriter PL1 has several other collaborative works that she has worked on, along with a few great stories in her gallery. If you're in need of some good gt, give her gallery a check! And she's got all her cowritten stories listed together so they're easy to find: Collaborative Works by PL1

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It was after midnight before the scraping sound of the block of wood being moved came again. A dark figure slipped surreptitiously back into the house before closing it up. Even the moonlight had grown dim with a constant covering of clouds blanketing the world, wrapping it up in the dark of night.

Sam padded back inside, glancing around with widened eyes to make sure that no one else was in the living room. After years of living more in the walls than out in the open air, he’d begun to grow accustomed to the dark. Sam could certainly see better than Jacob, which was why his brother was sure to bring the small lightbulb and copper wiring with him. If he needed to, he could tap into one of the electrical cords in the walls and hook up a source of light, especially if he was coming with Walt and Sam to the kitchen. Jacob could carry more than both of them combined, but he needed to watch his footing on the way back when his hands and arms were full of their scavenged gains.

Coming back into the room he shared with Jacob, Sam pushed aside the thick fabric drapery that served to section it off from the main room. Doing his best not to wake up his younger brother, He carefully put his satchel on the little desk chair, then started to pull off his jacket.

Jacob had only dozed off once, but he was awake when Sam returned to their room. He hesitated, listening to the careful steps as Sam tried to sneak back to bed without him noticing. It would have worked flawlessly if Jacob hadn't been awake for Sam's leaving in the first place. The only tricky part would be letting Sam know he knew without scaring the shit out of him.

Determining that a lost cause, Jacob sighed. "So, how'd it go?"

Sam practically did a full body flinch. He tumbled against his chair since his arms were still in the jacket sleeves when he tried to raise them to a defensive posture. He and the chair ended up lying on the ground with the satchel nearby and his jacket only half off.

Still tangled in his jacket and trying to play it off cool, Sam tried to pretend he hadn’t been gone for that long. “What, my trip to the bathroom? How do you think it went?” He kept a steady voice the entire time, even with his pulse pounding in his head from the jump-scare.

Jacob snickered and sat up to squint at the silhouette Sam made sprawled out on the floor. He tried not to make much more noise, lest Walt or Mallory hear, but anyone had to admit it was kinda funny. "And you give me shit for being a bad liar," he replied in a low voice, still colored with amusement.

"I've been awake pretty much all night, dude. Think I'm gonna sleep very well with this many thoughts in my head? You ... you went and saw your brother, didn't you?" Jacob shifted to face Sam a little better, his eyes barely finding Sam's face in the almost nonexistent lighting. He’d still yet to learn the knack for seeing in the dark.

"So? How'd it go?"

Sam was silent for a minute, arranging the chair back in place and draping his jacket over it. His hand tightened on the wood. “It went good,” he said. If there was anyone he could talk to about this, Jacob would be the one. He wouldn’t think the worst of someone just because they were human, even after being captured.

Sam took a seat on the chair, moving it so he was facing Jacob’s bed. “We mostly just talked. He didn’t… grab me at all. Just kept his distance after what happened earlier. Let me climb up the table on my own. I can tell he just wants to help, y’know? Lend a hand, get me up faster. But he held himself back.”

Sam smiled in the night, letting himself remember the last few hours. Dean had taken out his laptop and started trying to find more information on Sam and Jacob’s disappearances, and if there were any others in the area. He’d even let Sam check out the massive machine, sitting back for a moment while his little brother stepped up on the warm casing to feel the hard drive whirr under his feet. Sam had never dreamed he’d be able to look that closely at a computer.

“I asked him, and he said he isn’t on a hunt right now. In fact, he’s in town with no idea why. He got a text from a number he’s never heard of, telling him to come here, and that’s it. He thinks it’s our dad, but there’s no way to know.” Sam’s demeanor shifted from hopeful to sad. “Apparently, a few months back Dad left, and never came back. He pretty much abandoned Dean on his own, and hasn’t picked up a phone call since. All Dean’s got is his car and his weapons. Everything else… it’s just... gone.”

It sounded so surreal. Exactly the opposite of what Jacob had been warned since he shrank. Stay away from humans. They'll trap us, hurt us, take us away. Jacob had feared that at first. And maybe, without Sam, that had been a very real possibility for him. But now ... Dean was breaking all of their expectations, starting when he lifted that vase away at Sam’s request.

Even letting Sam climb on his own, without grabbing at him at all ... That alone was enough to set Dean far apart from other humans. Jacob was shrunk recently enough to know how he might have reacted. He was a little ashamed to admit to himself that he might have scooped a tiny person off the ground without thinking, too.

It made him wonder what his own reaction to Sam might have been if they'd met before his curse. He might not be proud of the answer. Finding a man that barely stood the height of his finger… Jacob couldn’t deny how fascinating it would be.

Hearing about their dad disappearing made more things click into place. Dean had been abandoned in his own way, losing his brother years ago and now losing his only remaining family, the father that Sam had said he idolized. Dean had seemed distant and cold at first, especially the first time he examined Jacob trapped in his hand. Manipulating him and propping up his arm with casual movements that just seemed so massive to his captive, Dean hadn't looked bothered by the terror on Jacob's face. Jacob’s reactions hadn't begun to chip away at the human until getting accidentally swept up with the bag.

"Maybe ..." he began, unable to believe what he was about to suggest. Curiosity was begging him to find out more. "Maybe when you go sneaking back tomorrow I'll come with, if you don't mind a tag-along," he suggested. He chuckled and added, "I'm supposed to make sure you don't 'do anything stupid,' anyway."

Sam laughed along with him. He knew all too well where those words came from. “You’re doing an awesome job so far,” he jibed. “Walt would be proud, I’m sure.”

Sam made his way towards his nest of blankets, brushing himself off from his earlier spill. “I wouldn’t mind having you along,” he told Jacob, “and I know Dean would like having you back. He feels awful for what he did earlier. He still has trouble meeting me in the eyes sometimes. Trying to hide what he feels, just like the old days.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Like he can hide how he feels now,” he joked. Dean was easier to read now that he wasn’t so cold and distant. Even a small amount of guilt on his face was plain as day to Sam. The new scale between them left him with no chance, Sam was certain.

He got into bed, burrowing into the nest of covers until he felt sufficiently warm. “You’re welcome to come anytime,” Sam said. “And Dean told me he’ll be in the motel for as long as he needs to be.”

"I'll keep that in mind," Jacob mumbled back, lying back down and pulling his own blanket up. He turned over on his side and stared at the wall, willing his thoughts to settle enough so he could sleep. He had time to mull this over. He had time to figure out what he really thought about willingly going back towards the human that had trapped him.

At least, regardless of the choice he made, he wouldn't be in it alone. Sam had been a source of support since the curse hit.

That was a large part of why Jacob even considered giving Dean a chance. Sam had had more time to grow accustomed to his reduced size. Jacob, still fairly new to the scale of everything, still got caught up in the simple awe factor of how big humans - something he used to be - were compared to him now. Nothing could drive a point like that home more than being snatched up by one with ease with no hope at all for escape.

Jacob's nerves wrestled with what he logically knew. He knew that Sam trusted his enormous brother. Jacob trusted Sam, so he should be able to extend that to Dean, as well.

Since he’d only been small for a total of three years, Jacob had started the game with a handicap and would require more reassurance before the rest of him could catch up to his logic. It wasn't easy to simply forget that trapped feeling when it had been so encompassing and ignorant of all the resistance he had to offer. He would never forget what the room looked like through the curved glass of the cheap vase, nor would he forget the relief he felt when it lifted away from him at last, cool air caressing his face.

Jacob's eyelids fluttered closed at the same time as his resolve settled. He would go and see the human at least once. He wanted the chance to meet Sam's brother on better terms.



The following day kept Jacob's thoughts busy. The pizza he'd brought back was enough to keep everyone's bellies full for a little while, but it didn't hide the fact that their food stores were nearing empty. They needed to restock, and Jacob had a feeling that another offering of food from Dean would not be so easily accepted by Walt.

He was right. It was decided that a trip to the kitchens had to be made. Jacob followed Walt's lead this time, if nothing else to keep his adopted father's nerves placated after the news yesterday. Jacob really was new at all of this, and he didn't only risk himself if he messed up. He risked all of the people living within the motel's walls.

Bearing that thought always in mind, he nodded at the appropriate times as Walt listed advice whenever he got the opportunity. He was extra watchful of his steps, taking care to make no sound in the walls. The skills he was learning were vital to his survival. Sam had already learned them, so Jacob was Walt's main pupil now.

The kitchens were a good source of food, but they couldn't take from them too often or too much. The people who ran the motel would notice, and the last thing anyone needed was for them to decide the pest problem was bad enough to call someone in. Everyone's lives depended on it.

That was where Jacob's strength came in very handy. Without it, they would have to rely on taking only from whatever might be left out. Jacob was able to open and close tupperwares and other food containers with relative ease, something even Sam couldn't hope to do. Thanks to his inexplicable gift, they were able to take a variety from more things, and take less from each container as a result.

That strength also naturally left Jacob with the task of carrying most of their take back to their small home. He spent a good part of his day working with the others to get into food containers, stash things away, open more containers, and stash more food away. And then, when enough was collected to fill his arms and the extra bags they brought, came the task of carrying it home. By the time he was done, Jacob had gotten a decent workout.

He lay on his bed in the late afternoon, watching dust float around in the bars of golden light that leaked into their home. He could hear Mallory in the other room, humming softly while she worked on something or other. All it took was for Jacob to turn over on his side to remember how comfortable the bed was, and how good of an idea a nap was.

While Jacob was in the room resting from all the hard work that day, Sam occupied himself with storing the food that they'd come home with. With Jacob's help, they could get into food that was closed off to the others in the building, so they could afford to take a little more than they'd normally risk. The result was a full pantry for them, and he was the one that could reach the high shelves.

Mallory barely reached Sam's chest. Small and petite, she bustled around with organizing all of the new items, and pointing out to Sam where she wanted things to go. He complied without argument, knowing better than to argue with her. After all, she knew this home inside and out after living in it with Walt since they were young.

She did know to take advantage of Sam's height, and was always sure to have him around. He wasn't sure how tall he'd be if he was a human, not after living more than half of his life under four inches, but he hoped he'd at least reach Dean's height, if not higher. After all, they had the same genes, and their father was just as tall.

Eventually, the hustle and bustle Mallory kept up during the day started to die down. Walt was out, working on his leather. They'd taken care of a rat not long before, and he kept busy working with the hide. Sam slipped back into his room, content to wait out the night in there with Jacob. He smirked when he saw Jacob fast asleep, but left him be for the time being.

As night fell over the motel once more, Sam distractedly scribbled in his journal, unable to keep a single line of thought going. He continually glanced up at the light, waiting for it to be dark enough to risk visiting Dean again.

Once that point was reached, he grabbed one of Jacob's older shirts and chucked it at his head. "Hey, wake up! You slept the day away!"

Jacob screwed up his face and groaned as the light impact dragged him out of his nap. He reached a sluggish hand up to grab it and chuck it right back at Sam, but thanks to his half-asleep state he missed by several inches. Jacob blinked quickly to get used to the dark in the room, finding Sam's shadowy smirk.

"I think I had the right to a little rest, I don't see you dragging half a pound of food around the motel," he mumbled irritably, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. There was already a faint smirk of his own betraying the fact that the crankiness was all for show.

He covered a yawn with the back of his hand and finished waking up, thoughts settling into place. He remembered what they had agreed on and glanced around again. It was probably time for Sam to be sneaking out to visit his enormous brother again. Jacob had volunteered to go along this time.

Oh boy. He swung his legs off the bed and slipped his feet into his boots. Made by Walt, they were amazingly sturdy shoes. They held up very well despite the sometimes less-than-favorable terrain that made up the inside of the walls and under the floors.

"Mom and Dad off to sleep already?" he asked. Jacob was almost tempted to suggest they wait a few extra minutes to be sure, but realized that it was definitely a stalling technique. It was pointless to try to delay it, especially since Sam would probably go with or without Jacob if it came down to it.

“Yep,” Sam said brightly, grabbing his satchel. He already had everything packed and ready to go. After visiting with Dean the night before, he was feeling more confident about his brother. Sam had been defenseless when he was there but not once had Dean pushed his limits. After the day before, Dean was almost afraid to even reach for him. It made Sam sad to see Dean fearful around him, but he had to admit he didn’t mind the space.

They both definitely needed time to adjust.

“It’s been quiet out there for a half hour,” Sam informed Jacob. “I checked before waking you up. Everyone’s in bed, so we should be good to go for the night.” He hitched his bag up on his shoulder, looking intently at Jacob. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, offering a way out. After everything that had happened, no one would blame Jacob for wanting space. Regardless of what they knew now, he’d spent the previous morning in terror for his life.

Jacob paused, considering the offer. Then, he sighed and rubbed his eyes once more, getting the last lingering sleepiness out. "No, I'm good, I can go," he replied, putting on a faint smile. He hoisted his own bag onto his shoulder, and got to his feet. He felt like he owed it to Sam, if no one else, to give Dean a chance.

The only thing that might have held Jacob back was fear of getting grabbed and trapped again, and he knew that wouldn't happen. Sam trusted Dean, and would be there with Jacob the entire time. Jacob's nerves came from his memories only. Leaving the ground behind far too quickly, having a vase dropped over him ... It didn't matter who it was, with those images so fresh in his mind it was hard for his instincts not to worry. Jacob needed to replace those memories with better ones.

"Well, lead the way then," Jacob said in a low voice, gesturing to their doorway. Even if he did remember the way there, he couldn't be the first one to enter the human's room again. No matter how strong his resolve, that would be a stretch.
Family Ties 16
CHAPTER 16: Lead the Way

What happened between Sam and Dean? Only they'll know for sure, but now Jacob's come around to the idea of seeing Dean... 

 

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Prequel: Ice Cream || A Friendly Neighborhood

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