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“But why wings?
Sam blinked, having started to drift off during their trip through the forest. He didn’t exactly have much he could do, between Bowman guiding Dean towards his village and Dean doing the actual walking. On the opposite shoulder, Bowman frowned critically and eyed Dean’s profile. His attention had been on guiding the human back, but now he was more concerned by the sudden outburst.
There hadn’t been much conversation since starting off aside from Bowman’s directions, over on Dean’s other shoulder. Sam had to smirk at that, entertained by the thought of his brother serving as a taxi to people the size of his finger. Dean Winchester, the man monsters had nightmares about, ferrying around the tiniest people around.
The smile soon fled. Dean was growing weaker. Sam couldn’t stop from glancing at his brother’s injured arm, the bloodsoaked sleeve of his jacket a poignant reminder of just how much damage the
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On Celeste, Curses and Knacks
The first hint that Celeste wasn’t all that she seemed to be came from her name, in the very first story!
Celeste: Celestial, heavenly. 
Further hints were found in her character profile for anyone who looked close enough:
She has no quantifiable age, created before humanity was born as the angel Saraqael. Though her host, Celeste, is a human, the one controlling her actions was never mortal.
The gender of Celeste is purely dependent on her chosen host. As a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, gender is meaningless.
In past millenia, she has taken male forms and so Saraqael is often associated with a male angel, though this could be no further from the truth. If given enough time in a host, however, she does tend to take on the mannerisms of that gender, like most angels.
Saraqael : Prince of God. The
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Before Celeste could snatch Sam away and leave Dean, Bobby and Rufus to rot as Dean grew ever larger, the roof shook under a heavy weight. She glanced up, caught off guard like everyone else.
Dean could only manage a grimace under the pain, his mind fractured in a thousand directions. Yet even in that state, something said to him that what was happening outside was wrong. No bird would sound like that when it landed, not the heaviest turkey vulture as it sought a place to roost for the night. Whatever was out there had all the subtlety of a train wreck.
“Interfering children,” Celeste hissed under her breath. She shoved a hand out, hitting Dean with a telekinetic shove as she grabbed at the cage.
The door of the cabin slammed open before she could get Sam into her grasp, the lights in the room flickering before they went out with a crackle of sparks. All that lit up the room was the illumination that leaked over from the open door of the kitchen, and the lightning fr
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Brothers Apart

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Season One 


Brothers Apart

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…

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The Golden Touch

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.

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First Interlude - Brotherly Bonding

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.

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Home

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

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Shadows and Reflections 

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.

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Second Interlude - Scarecrow

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.

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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.

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Season Two



The 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.

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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.

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A Lich of Sense

Cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || 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.

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Calling John Bonham

Bowman lets Jacob know just what threat the Wellwood faced while he was away, and Jacob doesn’t quite believe him.

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Like a Moth to Flame

Something ancient is stalking people in town, and now its sights are set on a certain pair of hunters. Sam and Dean find more to handle than they ever expected, and an evil that pits them against each other.

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The Ties That Bind 

A call in the middle of the night summons Sam and Dean back to Sam's old home, Trails West. What is stalking their family in the motel, and what lengths will Dean have to go to in order to stop it?

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Bittersweet Parting

After a forced relocation from Trails West, new information surfaces about the witch the brothers have sought for years, throwing them all into a confrontation they weren't prepared for, and could never have expected.

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Brothers Lost

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

BL Bros ready to go by nightmares06

The 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.

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The Water’s Fine

Saving people, hunting things. Sam and Dean grew up on those words and now, over a decade after being cursed to live out their lives at a fraction of their height, Jacob Andris will help them live up to their destiny.

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Side stories of Brothers Lost:

A Good Hunter 
Waking Up Tired 
Restless 


Short stories inspired by Brothers Lost:


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.

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Brothers Found

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

{Com} Jacob for PL1 by MogaDeer


Chasing Family

In. Out. 

Four inch tall Sam Winchester’s family needs food and all he can find is a cracker dropped on the floor in a room with a human. 

How hard can it be to grab it before he’s seen and vanish back into the walls?

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After the Hunt

Sam wakes up out in the open in a motel room and doesn’t know at first where he is. Takes place directly after Chasing Family.

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Bothering Bowman

Bowman Leafwing would scoff at the idea of ‘giants’ out there in the forest, but after a run-in with Sam Winchester and his larger hunting buddies, he’ll have a hard time denying their existence.

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Jacob in Wonderland :new:

Did you know that you and Dean-O are the first humans in over a generation to actually manage to befriend little guys like Sam and Bowman? I mean, sure. Dean had a bit of a leg up there with Sam actually being his brother, but there have been other families in the past split by size like that and they never bothered with each other again. 

Of course your life is a game. Everyone's life is a game. And the name of the game? 

Survival.

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Brothers Consulted

Series cowritten by the lovely @borrowedtimeandspace || Zepheera221b

In a jar by nightmares06

The Study of the Four

Saving people, solving crimes
The flatmate business

Over a decade ago, a serious of unfortunate events led to the Winchesters, at only a few inches in height, being forcibly relocated to London. Now, they’ve adjusted to their size and found a new home to live in that just happens to be the same residence of a certain detective and his blogger…

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Pre-series Brothers Consulted:

A New Haul
Dislocated Brothers
A New Flat
Morning Tea
Not Where He Left It
Stricken Sneezes



Artwork by iamthetwickster



Brothers Together


{com}A sew-sew day by MogaDeer


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?

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines

Cowritten with @neonthewrite || 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.

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Oscar Shorts

Written by @neonthewrite || PL1

After being left on his own at Knights Inn, Oscar must learn to get by without his friends, or his family. He must make do.

Short stories: Oscar (Brothers Together)  || Archive of Our Own

I’ll Be Back Soon (Part 1 || Part 2)

Every Silver Lining

Oscar’s Movie Night

Stargazing

A Cause for Celebration

Don't You Cry


Return to Oz 

Cowritten with @neonthewrite || PL1

Oscar lost the only friends he’d ever found over a decade ago. He’s learned to survive on his own, brief reminders of Sam and Dean keeping him company along with the mice who share the walls with him.

Yet Sam and Dean, though they may have forgotten where he lives, out of the hundreds of motels they’ve been to, never forgot their Oz.

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Brothers Adopted

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

{com} The Trail We Blaze by MogaDeer


A Friendly Neighborhood || Ice Cream

Jacob Andris is traveling with his mother on a roadtrip, and is in the room on his own when there’s a knock at the door…

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Family Ties

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.

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First Hunt

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...

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Garlic and Cold Spots

Near a forgettable motel in Breckenridge, Colorado, people are dying. Crushed beneath furniture and falling cars, the stories form a clear circle around the Knights Inn. Now Dean and his two tiny brothers, Sam and Jacob, are on their way to unravel the case and help all the motels’ residents– down to the very smallest.

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Brothers Asunder

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite || PL1

Piggy Back Ride [Commission] by LaEscritora

Sam of Wellwood

After having her plans thwarted so often by Dean Winchester, Celeste decides to up the stakes in her newest attempt, this time not even trying to curse the older Winchester. Instead, she removes him from the equation completely and sends Sam far, far away.

Into a forest where a certain familiar village resides, out of sight and out of mind.

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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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The Long Road Home

What would Sam's life be like if he was an only child?

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Thanks to everyone for participating! All entrants will receive a special sneak peek at the special excerpts from last year, I will be in contact with the link, as a thanks for all the time you put into the contest. And now, for this year’s winners! 

Grand Prize Winner

torchmlp​ with I’m Not Letting You Go entered into the tumblr contest, and Sibling Rivalry entered into the deviantart contest!

Each of these entries was phenomenal, and I’m Not Letting You Go had me in tears, I’m pretty sure. I was a puddle during the story, and it nearly had me wanting to write something for it myself, I was so touched. Just an all-around great story, and Sam and Jacob getting into mischief is always a wonderful thing!

Tumblr Winners

Role Reversal, by goldacharmed

Swapping around Sam and Dean’s size for a case definitely throws shenanigans in the way of them getting anything done, and this was a journey I had a lot of fun going on! Thanks for the entry!

Sam’s bed, by Birvan

The first time I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting a craft entry, Sam now has a bed of his own! (and Jacob has a crib, but he doesn’t want to talk about that) This was a great surprise to receive, and thanks so much for the entry! Smol Dean’s gonna be a little jealous, but he’s got his whiskey to drown his sorrows in.

Deviantart Winners

Brothers Apart -My Impretion-, by fujonsamy

If an artwork ever captured the essence of BA, down to the fires that took Sam and Dean’s childhood and later family, this is it. I couldn’t stop staring at it the moment I got the notification! You did so good it broke my heart! 

BA Reunited, by jetx43682

Another artwork that captures a favorite moment of mine that I only got to show in a small prompt! Sam and Dean reunited for the first time after the events in Taken, with Sam finally taking that first big step towards his big brother while fighting through some PTSD of his own that other humans caused.

Poll Winners

Last but not least, those entrants the poll chose for winners! Before the poll was calculated, all winners were removed (along with one entrant whose entry was withdrawn from the prizes by choice), leaving us with our poll winners! 

Highs and Lows, by @chewbaccaaah || Helloootricksterr

Poor Sam gets hotboxed when he’s out of the room, and Dean dealing with a tiny high brother? An adventure from start to finish. I loved this story. And make sure to check out the rest of Helloootricksterr’s stories on archive, there’s always g/t fun to be had there with the Winchesters!

Fever, by Weeglyfeesh

A stressed out Dean taking care of his feverish tiny brother is a recipe for some amazing hurt and comfort, and this story did it amazingly! Thanks for participating!

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Jacob slept deeply.

At first.

After a few hours of his body shutting down almost completely to recover, his mind fired up to process his day. His injuries were on the mend, but the rest of the damage went deeper than Dean or anyone could reach.

After days of terror and impossible situations, with his tormentor showing up to tell him how much he deserved it, Jacob's thoughts roiled like winds in a hurricane. His experiences all blended together in a horrifying, kaleidoscopic recap of everything he'd endured. Jacob was as helpless against the memories as he was against the actual scenarios.

Trying desperately to escape Dean's grasp when the coins were swept up, only to put his all into staying in Dean's hand immediately after. A smarmy voice in the background made small talk with Dean and Jacob recognized it now. The trickster's laugh was so loud. So pervasive. There was no escaping it.

Landing in a whirlpool of beer. Back and forth, back and forth, dragged under the freezing liquid. Jacob tried to gasp and only had golden ice to gulp down. And then things were dark, and boiling, and the back and forth carried him between teeth bigger than his head before nearly sending him beyond to an even darker place that'd burn him until there was nothing left. Dean wouldn't notice. His voice echoed around and was oblivious.

My friends will give up on me.

The dark became silent. The quiet oppressed him, pushing him into a soft surface. And then the dark became heavy. Jacob couldn't move. He was crushed against a stomach that was waking. Growling. Demanding he feed it.

No.

He'd been dropped there by someone. Smirking eyes flashed in his memory. Jacob's heart fluttered in fear.

Jacob balked away, into a corner full of dust and cobwebs he couldn't even see. Needles of dark stabbed at his eyes. Then, the silence was shattered by a scratching. Claws that would rip him to shreds.

He tried to run but couldn't.

He was stuck in spiderwebs. Dustbunnies towered over him. Jacob felt like he was trying to run through cement. Couldn't get away. The shadows around him deepened. A rustling and clicking echoed from all directions. A spider. Prowling closer and closer until-

Jacob's sleeping body twitched from the fear. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to toss and turn in his sleep, but the terror of reliving his worst moments at his reduced size showed on his face. Despite his deep sleep there was a line furrowing in his brow. A quiet sound, barely audible, leaked out of him and it might have been a plea. There was laughter in his head, gleeful as its source watched his struggles just to stay alive in a world designed to kill him.



During the night, Sam found himself waking up. Soft moonlight played across the beds in the room, illuminating Dean’s collapsed figure on the bed closest to the window. The nightstand was still and quiet, and Sam realized that Bowman was fast asleep only a few inches away from him on the pillow.

Whimpers and a light rustling of covers told him what had woken him up during such a calm night. Jacob’s face was upset and stressed. Even as Sam watched, his eyes rapidly flashed from side to side, the movement visible underneath the closed lids. A low whine of fear crept up out of Jacob’s throat as a hand twitched, trying to fend off the nightmares.

Worried for him, Sam pulled off his satchel and left it next to Bowman on the pillow. He slid down the cushioned slope, touching down on the soft covers of the bed. He watched his footing carefully as he picked his way across the bed, wary of any sudden movements from the massive human in his sleep.

Sam climbed up the other pillow, not far from Jacob’s ear. “Jacob, it’s okay, you’re safe now.” His voice was hushed. He was close enough that Jacob wouldn’t have a problem hearing him speak, and there was no reason to wake Dean or Bowman up. They needed the rest just as much.

When there was no response, Sam walked closer. He pushed against Jacob’s cheek, trying to draw him away from sleep. “You don’t have to be afraid. You’re you now, and we’re all lookin’ out for you.”

The faint tickle drew more and more of Jacob's attention, until he could hear Sam's voice. He clawed his way towards consciousness, succeeding just enough to open bleary eyes. He lifted his head from the pillow in surprise, breathing deeply as sleep tried to reclaim him again. He was so, so tired.

Jacob propped himself up on one arm, squinting tiredly at the source of his waking. When he'd pushed himself up, he'd nearly toppled Sam right over on the plush surface. Between his own sleepy haze and the darkness in the room, Jacob could hardly see him standing there. Had he really managed to walk right up to Jacob like that without tumbling?

The encouraging words churned around in his head before Jacob finally realized the meaning and had the presence of mind to appreciate the sentiment. Then, while the nightmarish visions started to fade, he realized something else.

Sam was standing right on his pillow. Where a sleeping giant had been mere seconds ago. That just wasn't safe. Jacob might have pointed this out if he thought he could trust himself to say coherent words. As it was, Sam had his own pillow to sleep on that was much safer. How he managed to trust a sleeping giant, someone so huge and mostly unaware of him, was beyond Jacob in his exhaustion.

Jacob lifted his free hand from where it rested on the mattress, bringing it towards Sam carefully but swiftly. If he was just going to stand there, Jacob would have to get him safely to the pillow himself. He scooped his hand behind Sam, letting him fall onto his palm and arching his fingers to keep him from rolling right back off. Jacob was comforted that he felt the tiny weight on his hand. It meant this was real and no horrifying curtain would be drawn back.

Jacob lifted Sam away from the pillow. Since it was safe again, he laid back down on it. His sluggish collapse was enough that he forgot the task at hand, and had yet to put Sam down. He shifted carefully, subconsciously taking care not to drop or squash his small passenger despite sleep claiming him so quickly.

When Jacob settled again, he was lying on his side, the hand with Sam cupped close to his chest. The other hand cupped near it protectively, determined not to leave Sam insecure. After a few nights small enough to be a teddy bear for Sam, it seemed Jacob was, in his own way, returning the favor. He never closed his hands completely over the smaller hunter, but he shielded him with them, like one might block a candle from the wind. The nightmares that had gripped him before had a harder time latching on after that.

Sam only struggled for a moment out of surprise. Of all the things that could have happened, Jacob waking up and picking him up wasn’t the most unexpected, but he hadn’t expected to find himself cupped against a chest. He thought he’d just end up either being moved back to the pillow with Bowman or put on the nightstand out of the way. Or at least for Jacob to wake up all the way.

Instead, he found himself in two hands, carefully caved around him to keep him safe. He sat there for a moment, listening to the breathing in the chest behind him. Slowly, the breathing began to even out as Jacob slipped into a deep sleep again, untouched by bad dreams.

Briefly considering his situation, Sam slipped to the edge of the hands. Jacob shifted restlessly when he was about to jump off, giving Sam pause. It wasn’t like he was in any danger here… and his friend clearly needed some support.

Sam moved back to the center of the hand. He just moved a finger out of his way, and settled down with the finger as a pillow. A few minutes later, he joined the rest of the room in sleep, his small chest moving up and down peacefully.



Dawn came slowly the next day. Morning clouds kept the window dark until 9 a.m. with a grey darkness that began to evaporate. Splinters of light hit the windows and pierced through the dark room, though Dean tried to shy away.

Awake, he stretched his arms in a lazy yawn. Rubbing his hair, he glanced over at the others as he got out of bed. Bowman was curled into a small green ball on the pillow, but Sam had vanished. Briefly worried, Dean checked the ground around his feet before taking another step, but didn’t see any sign of the small Winchester.

It took him a few minutes to figure out where his brother had gone. A small shifting in Jacob’s hands caught Dean’s attention, and he didn’t bother hiding the smirk. Sam was curled up inside, fast asleep. He was reminded of the morning he’d found Sam using Jacob as a teddy bear.

How the tables had turned.

With Sam in no danger and resting peacefully, Dean let them be while he went to get ready for the day. It wasn’t the first time that Sam had fallen asleep on a human, and Dean wasn’t about to take that decision away from him. They all trusted Jacob.

A quick shower later, he had a clean set of clothes on and gingerly slipped his boots on, keeping the broken toe straight. If he was fast, he’d be able to get back to the room with breakfast for everyone and no one the wiser.

Scooping up his keys, the last thing he made sure to do was shift the pillow Bowman was on over to his bed, where he could leave the sprite in a shaft of sunlight. It was the least he could do after Bowman willingly left his family and home behind to help them save Jacob. Without Bowman, they would have lost the kid more than once.

That set, Dean left his friends sleeping in peace and stepped out into the cool morning air.



The warm rays of the sun on his wings caught Bowman's attention enough to wake him. He was sluggish and barely registered where he was, but he would count it as awake on a normal day. He uncurled his body slowly, stretching his arms above his head while his legs stretched in the opposite direction. And then he flopped over onto his front, wings shifting.

His leafy green wings spread slowly, luxuriously, catching sunlight in a brilliant verdant display and throwing shards of green light on the pillow around him. Bowman stretched again, rolling his shoulders and turning over on his side. He rolled over completely then, his wings clumsily following the motion. He had to sit up only slightly so he didn't simply land on one. Bowman found the most comfortable position lying on his back with his wings stretched out to gather the much needed sunlight.

The sprite blinked slowly, letting himself relax. He was in a humongous room, all angles and synthetic shapes, but he was safe, and his friends were safe. That was worth the sense of ease that he let himself feel for the first time in several days. He yawned, very slowly accomplishing a wakeup in the morning sun.

Jacob didn't wake up quite so soon, but when he did he was momentarily confused. He had his hands cupped carefully to his chest and there was a small weight in them. He frowned faintly and opened his eyes, glancing down. Sam was resting there, flopped over in his careful grasp.

He vaguely remembered waking in the night. Seeing Sam by his pillow. And then thinking he should move Sam back to a safer spot to sleep.

Oops.

He hoped Sam wasn't upset with him for turning him into a teddy. Jacob did remember that he'd felt relieved to find Sam still there, talking to him in the night when nightmares clouded his thoughts.

Making sure Sam was safe in one hand, Jacob lifted the other to his face to rub the sleepiness from his eyes. Sunlight was filling the room. He blinked quickly, trying to speed his waking. His exhausted body protested and told him he'd just have to be patient.

Sam started to stir as the world moved around him. “Dean?” he asked tiredly, rubbing a hand over his face and trying to figure out where he was. Huge fingers shifted around the edges of his vision. The only times he’d ever woken up in anyone’s hands before, it was always Dean that had been the one holding him. Or those times he’d tried waking Dean up… always a fun trip when the hunter snatched sleepily at him.

Memories came back from the night before. Waking to Jacob having nightmares, trying to calm him down… being scooped off the pillow and used as a teddy bear. It was a better reaction than being grabbed, he supposed. Sam couldn’t hide a smile when he stared up above his head. “Jacob. Guess you got some sleep after all.” Using a finger for balance, he pulled himself to his feet, giving his arms a good stretch over his head.

Jacob looked down again. He moved his hand carefully away from his chest, trying not to knock Sam over with the movement. He felt like every motion he made had to be too big. Too abrupt. He wasn't sure if that was from residual fear or from the "lessons" sinking in. Either way, Jacob was paying more attention than he would have given himself credit for this soon after waking.

"Guess I did," he mumbled in reply, shifting around to sit up. He turned his head to stifle a yawn with his free hand before focusing on Sam again. "Sorry for, uh, apparently sleep-grabbing ... hope I didn't knock you around or anything." He moved his hand to the nightstand, bridging his fingers to the edge so Sam could step off.

Sam shook his head while he stepped down to the nightstand. “No harm done. Trust me, you’re nothing like Dean when he sleep-grabs.”

Jacob smirked, then glanced over to the other bed. Dean was gone, but there was a pillow on the middle of it. Bowman was spread out on it, his wings soaking up sun while he snoozed. Sam's satchel lay nearby. Jacob stood and picked up the small bag carefully, pinching the strap in his fingers. Bowman didn't even twitch.

Jacob turned to hand the bag over to Sam, staring at the small container in amazement. He fit in there, just yesterday morning, as Sam had gracefully demonstrated when he stuffed Jacob into the satchel in a hurry. All in the name of frantic escape. Sam grinned gratefully up at Jacob, holding his bag close. It would certainly save him a hike to go get it.

"There ya go," Jacob muttered, sleep still weighing down his voice. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, vaguely indicating the direction of the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower to try to wake up a bit." And try to get rid of the stress.

Waving Jacob off, Sam spent a few minutes relaxing in the calm quiet of the morning. It was a rare moment for such peace. The curtains over the window wafted gently in the cool air spitting out of the vents. Occasional shadows could be seen passing by, but none of the humans paid the innocuous room any mind.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Sam dug out his hook and climbed down to the floor. He went underneath to his mostly forgotten room. The bed was stripped bare and most of his belongings were left on top of the stand, but a small cup of water sat next to his desk. Sam splashed some of the soothing water on his face, stripping off his dirty jacket and shirt to clean off. He took his time scrubbing after the last few days of stress, using his sharp knife to carefully shave away any stubble and raking his fingers through his hair.

The sound from the bathroom of the water running gave him a good indication of how long he had, and Dean knew better than to peer under the nightstand this early in the morning, ensuring he had privacy for his morning ablutions. By the time he finished, he felt better than he had in over a week, with new clothing on and a fresh jacket. He’d have to spend some time washing his clothing later on, especially the jacket with the remaining bloodstains. With any luck, they wouldn’t be permanent. Mallory wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. She spent so much time scolding Walt whenever he ruined one of his jackets against a rat like that.

Slipping his knife back into his jacket, Sam sat on the edge of the bottom shelf. He leaned against one of the sides, letting one of his legs dangle while he spent the remaining time reading through his journal.



Jacob stood washing himself longer than strictly necessary, though he was careful not to let the bandaging on his back get too soaked. His hand felt so clumsy wrapped in gauze, but at least that he already knew would be cleaned and covered again daily for a while. The worst of his bruises stung terribly under the steady stream of water.

He couldn't wash away the memories and the pain and the fear, but at least he could wake himself up. Jacob found his eyes staying open easier when he finally shut the water off. He put on the same clothes he'd been wearing, since he had no replacements. The shredded t-shirt was the only real evidence of what he'd been through on his clothes. He'd probably never touch that black hoodie again.

With a sigh, he headed back out to the main room, more prepared to greet the day than before.

The moment he walked back into the room, there were two knocks at the door, followed by Dean’s entrance. The hunter had his hands full, with a tray of coffee clutched in one hand, a bag of breakfast food under an arm and an orange bundle of cloth in the other. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he greeted Jacob, grinning.

He dropped the coffees on the table and tossed the orange hoodie at Jacob. “I figure I owe you a shirt after what you went through. Nice, bright colors. There’s no way any of us have to worry about losing you in that,” Dean winked, “especially since you’re back to your normal Sasquatch size.” He tossed down the bag of food and started digging through it, getting out a selection of breakfast sandwiches and fruit and scattering it all over the table for everyone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement down on the floor. Dean almost gave a start when he saw Sam hesitantly picking his way across the floor on his own. Away from cover, and out in the open around not one, but two humans, something Dean had never seen him do before.

Jacob was blown away. Standing there, all 6'5" of his natural height back, Sam looked so small down on the ground, so vulnerable. Away from all cover and in plain sight. Jacob remembered him pointing out why that was so dangerous and unsettling to do. And, now, he knew with a keen awareness why it was so scary.

Jacob had stood where Sam was now. He'd looked straight up and seen how helpless he really was, whether or not Dean noticed him. He had seen the expanse of the carpet stretching out on all sides, full of dust and whatever else because of the poor vacuuming job. He'd felt the looming shadows of the furniture as all of it seemed to lean in to glare down at him, colossal reminders of how small he was.

Jacob knew what it meant for Sam to be walking out in the open now. He knew how much trust had just been handed over to him.

His grip on the hoodie tightened until his knuckles were white. No chick flick moments, ran through his head in Dean's annoyed voice and Jacob had to chuckle internally. Dean, who'd looked out for him the best he could while Jacob was small. Who taught Jacob all about "the family business" and who trusted Jacob alone around his vulnerable little brother. The little brother that was all that was left of Dean’s shredded family.

Jacob had their trust. They'd gone to such lengths just to keep him safe while he was impossibly small. So small that, if he were walking alongside Sam right now, he would hardly be visible to Dean. He had their trust, and they had his without question. Jacob took a deep breath, nearly overwhelmed by the scene he'd found himself in.

He was among family.

The thought brought a grin to his face. He glanced down at the hoodie Dean had tossed him, unfolding and unzipping the brand new garment. He shrugged it on, zipping it up and already feeling more himself again. "Thanks," he said aloud, expressing gratitude for more than just the new jacket. He wasn't sure how he could express it and do it any amount of justice. Until he figured it out, thanks would have to do.

Dean busied himself at the table, separating out some coffee for Sam and Bowman (if the sprite ever woke up) while he hid a smile. He knew exactly how leery Sam was of being out in the open after years of staying out of sight. It went against everything Sam knew. He'd slowly overcome that instinct around Dean, and now it was being extended to Jacob.

Part of the family.

Sam had his neck craned back all the way, grinning as Jacob put in his new hoodie. "That color fits," he said, internally comparing it to the black.

He gestured at the table where Dean had laid out an entire mini-buffet of his own, including an entire selection of fruit for Bowman and enough food to tide over even guys the size of Dean and Jacob for the day. "Mind giving me a lift?" he asked Jacob, willing to push aside his usual desire for independence in lieu of showing Jacob he meant what he'd said about trust. Letting someone hold him was, to Sam, one of the most important ways to show his trust. Only Dean and Jacob had ever done so. Not even Bobby had picked him up yet.

Not once.
Jacob in Wonderland 73
CHAPTER 73: Nightmares and Trauma

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They arrived back at the room without further incident. Dean dug in the trunk for any first aid supplies he had while the others went inside. He always had some on hand in his duffel, but there was only so much room in the bag. From what he’d seen of Jacob the few times he’d been able to make out the other hunter’s injuries, they’d need most of the gauze.

Scratch that. All of the gauze.

He gathered up everything he could find, glancing around the parking lot with suspicion in his eyes. A dark night had fallen, leaving only the glow of the roadside lights and the lights along the motel visible. No lurkers could be seen outside their room, and the DO NOT DISTURB sign had been replaced on the doorknob. With Dean and Jacob both in the room, even if they were interrupted, it would be a short-lived break in.

The trunk slammed shut. Dean shifted the items to one hand, then followed into the room after the others. The deadbolt was clicked over as soon as he was inside. Only then did the tension start to leave his shoulders.

Jacob glanced up from where he sat on the edge of the extra bed, his weight sinking into the creaky mattress. His boots were planted firmly on carpet that before had been a vast landscape of coarse fibers and threads that obscured him from eyes up above. Now he could see the deadly camouflage for what it really was.

Just carpet.

He reached up to one shoulder, and Bowman rolled onto his hand, green wings fluttering to keep out of the way. The sprite once again avoided the part of his hand that was wrapped up, as if he worried he might hurt it. Otherwise, Bowman hardly seemed awake. Jacob had a fleeting suspicion that Bowman hadn't gotten enough sunlight or food throughout the day because of that thief. He'd be sleeping soundly if it weren't for his efforts to keep those bright green eyes open.

When Sam didn't climb onto Jacob's other hand right away, Jacob almost turned his head to see him. With the little guy leaning so close to his neck, that would be impossible. "Hey, Sam," Jacob murmured to get his attention. "Last stop for now. I think Dean has plans with that first aid kit and I wouldn't wanna be the one to get in his way."

"Mmm?" Sam blinked blearily up at the shadow looming over them and realized it was just Dean. " 'Kay."

Sam stood unsteadily on Jacob's shoulder and did his best to climb onto the offered hand with some form of finesse, but found himself tripping over a fold of skin. He almost stumbled, catching himself at the last second.

Dean’s determined expression softened. "C'mere, pint-size," he said, holding his hand out next to Jacob’s. "You did good. Now it's time to sleep. I'll take care of the rest."

Both humans were treated to the curious sight of the small man willingly making his way across one hand and into a second. Not a flash of nerves appeared on Sam's face the entire time, not even when a finger his size twitched under his boots. Even though he was moving through a daze, he knew he was perfectly safe with his family.

Once Sam was settled, Dean lowered his hand to the pillow sitting next to Jacob. Sam landed on the cushioned surface, instantly sitting down so he wasn't tossed off his feet. From there, he could keep a close watch while Dean patched Jacob up. Even with Jacob back to his normal size, Sam would look after him.

Dean sat on the bed across from Jacob. "I think it's high time I got a look at those injuries," he said.

Jacob nodded absently. It was clear that Dean was just itching to help him, to mother hen over his injuries. Now that he could do so without being a danger, he was going to. He ferried Bowman over to Sam's pillow. The sprite flickered his wings in tired annoyance when Jacob tilted his fingers towards the plush surface, causing his passenger to slide off. Bowman settled next to Sam with his wings laid slack behind him to keep watch.

Jacob smiled faintly at the thought that two sets of tiny, heavy-lidded eyes were watching over him closely. Making sure he was taken care of properly. He unzipped his hoodie, the metallic sound filling the momentary silence.

Once he shrugged the jacket off, Jacob eyed the bundle of black fabric gathered in his hands. It was frayed or cut from his various scrapes, especially where the rat had gotten its paws on him. The fabric was stretched in places, and feeling the strained weave in his fingers reminded him of everything he'd gone through. Memory after memory fought for space at the fore of his mind.

It didn't bear the evidence of it, but Jacob still vividly remembered the heartstopping feeling of dangling over what felt like hundreds of feet, held up by only the hoodie. His life, just a toy for that trickster to play with. To casually toss aside, if Jacob didn't play along with his game. Jacob pursed his lips faintly. It was just a fucking jacket, but it was hopelessly stuck with all the bad memories he'd gathered. Jacob tossed it aside, managing to land it next to the room's tiny trash bin.

With the hoodie gone, Jacob's dark t-shirt was visible, and in no better shape. It also sported holes from the rat's claws, and was missing a jagged strip near the hem. Jacob had shredded it hastily to wrap his burned hand, too concerned with escaping the buffet to be elegant about it. The wrappings of Sam's blanket, matching the fabric around his hand, could easily be seen. Sam's patch job had held up quite well, but even that was beginning to loosen.

Thinking to focus on more recent hurts, Jacob reached up and started to unwrap his hand. He winced faintly as the fabric slowly pulled away. The chilled air of the motel room, now a pleasant feeling rather than the icy breeze it was before, stung the burned skin once it was revealed.

Red, with streaks of white, marred the heel of Jacob's hand and part of his palm. It turned his stomach to look at it. Jacob's fingers curled inward as if to shield the hopeless injury. Even with the burn cream he'd gotten before, it didn't look much better. All from accidentally putting his hand against a fresh buffet tray. He'd probably have a nasty scar to remind himself of the harrowing trial.

"I don't think I could even stand to look at another tray of casserole again," he muttered. Jacob smirked, amused by his own humor. "Never cools down in a decent amount of time."

Dean let out a strained laugh as he took the hand, checking it for severity. “You’re banned from the kitchen for a month after this one,” he chastised jokingly, trying to hide the shock he felt at the sight of the mottled bruises now in sight on Jacob.

He carefully cleaned out the injury with a cool, wet cloth, keeping the touch as light as he could against the injured skin. “It could be worse,” he said to himself, sizing up the damage once it was clean. Way worse. A flash of fire burning hit his mind. Memories suppressed from years ago that he kept ruthlessly hidden, even from Sam.

Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean! Go!

His mother had died in that fire, her last sight Sam in his crib, only six months old. John had seen her suspended on the ceiling above the crib, staring straight down at her youngest son. She’d finally seen the man Sam had grown into on a case that drew the brothers back home, a poltergeist haunting their old house and their mother holding it back. Even as a spirit, she’d been sad to see the state of her youngest son.

But not surprised. Not the way he’d expected, at least.

Once finished cleaning out the wound, Dean applied the burn cream to the hand. “We’ll have to clean it and change the bandages every day. And make sure it doesn’t get worse, or you’ll be paying the hospital a visit.” They might not actually have insurance, but Dean’s credit card scams ran a long way. They’d be able to cover the charges, though he’d have to start hitting the bars more often to build up a supply of cash, the untraceable resource.

Finishing up with the hand, Dean wrapped the gauze around, sealing it out of sight from everyone. “Alright, c’mon. Time for those scratches.” He remembered seeing them, small and bright against the hunter’s back while Sam was wrapping Jacob up. He was afraid to know how big they actually were with Jacob back to normal.

Jacob flexed his fingers, finding only his thumb was stiff from the bandaging. The gauze didn't budge; Dean was a lot better at wrapping it than Jacob would have been, especially since he wasn't patching his own hand up. With that done, he reached for the torn hem of his shirt, peeling it off carefully with sore arms.

Even more bruises were revealed, and that was with the wrapping still tied around his torso. Nasty, dark purple blotches dotted Jacob's arms and shoulders. Without the t-shirt there to keep some of the pressure on it, the wrappings finally sagged. It was easy to unravel them the rest of the way.

Jacob grimaced at the sight of the bruises all over his front. His ribs ached and the tender skin actually stung where the air made contact with it. He could only imagine how his back looked. He turned and tried to look over his shoulder at the huge scratches left by the rat's claws, but he couldn't see them. He could only tell by the angry twinge of pain that radiated outwards from them that they were there.

Jacob hadn't realized just how beat up he really was. With his injuries covered all the time, it was easy to ignore them. It was tough to bitch about a cut or a bruise when he was staring out of a display case or struggling for his life in a pile of food.

Now, Jacob's body was picking up all the missed calls from his nerves. Everything he'd endured was rushing back with every reminder that colored his body. His ribs were the most alarming to see. They'd been pinched constantly, the default place for fingers much bigger and more powerful to snare him in their grip. The kid in the library, the clerk at the toy store... they'd held him tightly because they thought he was made of plastic. Plastic toys don't have ribs to break.

And then there were the bruises in front from being slammed into the roof of a mouth. Jacob gingerly pressed his fingertips over the bruises to make doubly sure that they hadn't broken when he wasn't paying attention. It was so hard to tell.

Dean took over for Jacob once his shock wore off. There was so much damage... and he knew that he'd caused some of it. Those bruises on the ribs... Dean was thrown back to the moment he'd realized what was in his mouth, pinning Jacob to the top with his tongue by reflex so there wasn't any danger of swallowing him. It had been close, and Dean would never admit exactly how close outside his head.

How close he'd come to ending his best friend's life.

It was hard to believe there weren't any broken bones under all those bruises. Keeping that in mind, he checked Jacob's ribs and back assiduously, practiced at checking for injuries after all the years of helping John Winchester out. He dreaded the day he'd have to perform the same check on Sam, knowing how thin and fragile his brother’s bones were. There was no way he'd ever let Sam down, just like there was no way he'd let Jacob down now.

Internally declaring him free of broken bones, Dean turned his attention to the open wounds on Jacob's back. He wet a clean washcloth, and scrubbed any remaining dirt or blood from around the contusions. The scrapes were long and thick, a huge pointer to exactly how small Jacob had been the last few days.

The cut clean, Dean grabbed the alcohol. "This might sting a little," he warned. He didn't wait for a response, pouring the bottle over the wound to sterilize it and kill any infection that Jacob got. Jacob hissed in surprised pain. Wiping it up, Dean bound Jacob's chest and back with the rest of the gauze. I'll have to stock up, he thought to himself as he went, covering up all four scratches. If just one of them had gotten infected when Jacob was small, he might not have made it long enough to get back to normal. Now that he was back, they needed to make sure he stayed healthy.

Dean held out a generous dose of Ibuprofen and a bottle of water. "Make sure to take this before you sleep. It'll help, trust me."

Jacob took the pills and the bottle, still reeling from having a good portion of the alcohol dumped onto his scratches. At least the stinging had died down to something painful, but manageable. That was how all of his injuries were at this point. Tolerable. At least they were reminders that he was still alive. Exhausted and damaged inside and out, but alive.

Safe.

"I'll take your word for it," Jacob quipped with a weary smile. He tossed the pills into his mouth and took a swig of the water, wincing only slightly as the pills washed away with it. Jacob drank more of the water, finding it soothing as the refreshing coolness spread. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he knew what it was like to be a part of that drink. Even drinking was filled with tainted memories now. He could only hope that a good night's sleep helped alleviate some of the painful thoughts that waited just behind his eyes.

That done, Jacob handed the water bottle back and dragged his shirt over to himself. He pulled it on to help cover his injuries. Without the wrappings underneath and the portion of it he'd torn off, some of the bruises still stood out. He'd need to get a new shirt in town soon. Until then, he'd make due sleeping in what he had.

Jacob turned his head to look at the pillow, where Sam and Bowman had been overseeing Dean's medic work. Bowman looked ready to fall asleep sitting up, and Sam didn't look much more awake than that. "Well, how do I look, guys? Good as new?" he quipped with a tired chuckle.

Bowman blinked his bright green eyes slowly. He tried to sit up straighter to wake up, but the truth was that the sprite had very little energy left to spare. "You look giant, giant," he shot back, unable to hide the relief he felt for the simple fact. Jacob was back to his enormous size once again like he was supposed to be. While his smaller stature had been amusing once or twice, in truth Bowman had worried about him for most of the week.

Sam gave Jacob a thumbs up, grinning tiredly back. "Good thing Dean's got practice patching people up," he quipped. "I have a feeling the emergency room would have had just a few questions about where you got hurt, and what dragon tried to attack you."

He tried to hold back a yawn, covering his face with a small hand. His bangs fell down around his eyes. "You guys gotta tell us what happened tomorrow. Y'know, after we got taken. How Jacob's big again and... all that." He considered the journey back to the shirt on the nightstand, or even the small room he had set up underneath, on the shelf. It all suddenly seemed so far away... Sam let himself just flop on his back.

Maybe in a few minutes, he thought to himself. I'll just rest here a bit.

"That's right," Dean agreed with his brother, not realizing that Sam was past listening. "I still don't know how you managed to gain over six feet when I was holding you and then you landed on me." He got up and grabbed the supplies to pack them back up. "One step, nothing, the next step and I'm on the ground with Sasquatch weight pinning me to the floor." Jacob just rolled his eyes, not bothering to correct Dean with the fact that he'd run into Jacob. It had all happened so fast.

There was one last thing Dean needed to do, one he'd been putting off. He pulled off his boot, peeling off his sock. He winced when he saw the splotchy bruised toe. Too busy and too distracted to even think about his own injury... he should have done this days ago, but every time he had a moment to himself, the first thoughts he'd had were always either Jacob and the others or working on research.

Grabbing the medical tape, he straightened out the toe with a grimace. Taping the toes together gave him a primitive splint to help it heal. Downing painkillers of his own, he let out a sigh. That should take care of the last of the injuries in their group. All that was left was an ice pack, which he put on his foot once the supplies were away and he was stretched out in the bed.

"If anyone needs anything," he said, glancing between the other three on the second bed. "Make sure you wake me. However stupid it is, alright?"

"You're the boss," Jacob said before nodding, but his eyes weren't on Dean. He watched the pillow where Sam had flopped over, and where the small hunter now slept. His tiny chest slowly rose and fell, finally getting some much needed rest.

Jacob almost couldn't believe that the last time he'd slept, he'd been clutched to that chest like a stuffed animal. And then, in the toy shop just that morning, he'd been easily stuffed into the satchel resting next to Sam. It felt like days ago, with everything that had happened since. Almost stolen along with Sam and Bowman, chased by a spider, thinking he'd be crushed after the spider, and of course the stupid buffet... It was amazing to realize so many things could happen in one day.

Bowman shifted around where he sat, nothing left in him for even a snarky reply to Dean's words. The sprite settled himself down right on the pillow, his weight barely disturbing the plush surface. Jacob smiled softly at how quickly his small friend curled up under a wing and drifted off, finally allowing himself to rest.

Jacob was more keenly aware than he ever would have imagined of what it was like to be so small in such a big world. What it felt like to look up and have the ceiling seem so far away it might as well be the sky. To look at a few feet of distance and see a considerable trek. He knew what it felt like to be completely helpless in someone's hands. On the flipside, Jacob also knew what it felt like to trust the owner of the hands that held him, despite his helplessness.

He only wished the lessons hadn't come at such a price. Jacob would bear the scars from this case for a long time. All in the name of teaching him perspective. He'd been an absolute terror to the pair sleeping on that pillow, but now, they were asleep and at ease around him. Somehow.

Careful not to disturb the small pair, Jacob wearily pushed his boots off before swinging his legs up onto the bed. He grabbed the second pillow and lay down on it with a whuff of a sigh, resting on his front to give his scratched up back a break. Jacob spared the other pillow one last glance before the exhaustion took him and he dropped off to sleep mere seconds after lying down.

Dean was the last to settle into sleep. He was up long into the night, watching over his friends. He had things of his own to work through in his head, and now that there were no distractions, that's all his mind could focus on.

His mind had been played with for over a week. Whether in the name of mind games or prolonging Jacob's terror, Dean couldn't even trust himself around them in some ways. And when they were out in the 'human' world, instead of Bowman's forest or the innards of the motel, it was his world. His job to watch out for them. Now that they were all back, he'd need to prove to himself that he deserved that trust again. He would never risk letting Sam down. Sam was too vulnerable for Dean to not be on his toes constantly.

Eventually, even Dean felt the call of a good night's rest. He tossed the melted ice pack in the sink and was asleep the minute he hit the mattress.
Jacob in Wonderland 72
CHAPTER 72: Safe

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June 26th: Poll closes and the winning story is chosen!

June 27th: The Study of the Four epilogue posts

June 28th to July 7th: Posting hiatus

July 8th: The poll-winning story begins posting!

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