Jacob watched them go with widened eyes, keeping stock still. Once they were out of sight, he was especially careful not to move around in a way that'd be dangerous to the pair climbing down from the table. The single-barbed hook eventually flicked away from the edge without a protest from Jacob, and he glanced sheepishly away from it.
While he returned to his dinner, he mused absently about how swiftly things had turned. He was sure he'd said the wrong thing somewhere along the line, but pinpointing that would be hard; it wasn't exactly something he overthought very often.
Well, shit, he thought, some disappointment driving the unspoken wo
"Sam, we're back!"
The thunderous voice echoed around the Winchester brothers. Sam perked up as he glanced towards the front door, not noticing the way Dean stiffened to hear their father's deep voice for the first time since he'd woken up just a few inches in height.
John was an intimidating figure on the best of days, and with Dean's height cut down to a fraction of his original, that would only be heightened.
"In here!" Sam called, letting the hunters know they were in the library.
Without the ability to go picking through the junked cars out back, there was very little that Dean found interesting to do at Bobby Singer's house. Due to
No one said a word after Walt spoke. They didn’t even breathe.
The only sound in the room was the scratching from the door that lead outside as Rumsfeld sensed the tension between the people in the house, wanting to get inside to make sure the vulnerable family members he’d adopted were okay with all the full-sized humans around.
Bobby stared at Walt, his brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before comprehension flooded behind his eyes. John looked between Bobby and Walt, none of that understanding finding its way to him.
Dean had to agree with his dad there.
“You two know each other?” he blurted out, twisting h
Bobby watched as Jacob vanished into the distance. The footsteps that rattled the house faded to nothing and left behind an oppressive silence that filled the air.
“He seems to be doin’ better than most would,” Bobby said to himself thoughtfully as he turned back to Sam and Dean.
Sam nodded at that. “None of it’s changed who he is the way turning into a vampire or werewolf would, from what we’ve seen.”
“Strange though. The accounts I’ve read always talk about giants giving into their primal emotions.”
Sam’s eyebrows rose sharply. “You found lore?”
Bobby gesture
The morning found a strange scene in the guest room at Bobby’s.
The sun crept over the horizon, scattered rays slipping through the clouds to illuminate the junkyard and field that stretched out behind the house. The Impala waited loyally for her owner and his helper to return. Trees rustled and birdsong began to filter through the field as they fought over who got the worm.
Inside the room, no one stirred.
Not even Sam, the only person that went to bed sober the night before. He took advantage of the drowsy morning to go over the most recent notes he’d taken in his journal, relaxing in the fabric nest they'd made from Jacob's