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CHAPTER 9: Straight on 'Til Morning Chase turned and left the room, slowing on the stairs like Sam had asked. He still glanced down a few times when he felt someone shift as if they'd lost balance, and was never once surprised to see that it was Jacob, clinging to the edge of the pocket while he regained his footing. His downsized friend looked a little green even as he peered around curiously. Sam and Dean were doing better, but looked just as curious about their new vantage point. Three small sets of eyes intently watched his progress. Pausing near the front door, Chase left a note on a pad of paper that Mariana kept at the front table. He scrawled in slanted handwriting, telling Jacob's mother Hey. Kidnapped your son for a road trip. Later. -Chase He didn't see, but Jacob rolled his eyes at the blunt note. Chase knew she'd probably laugh, maybe call him up later. He could spin the lie further if he needed to. At least he was better at that than Jacob was. "Classy," Jacob quipped

CHAPTER 7: Buckle in for the Ride Dean sauntered up, giving Chase a confident smirk. “That would be me.” There were many reasons that Dean wanted to be the first in the pocket. He wanted to make sure it was big enough for all three of them. When Sam got placed inside, he’d be able to help Sam down. He could test out Chase’s skill with picking them up, and help Jacob out if he had trouble with the pocket. Even though Dean was doing much better with heights, his stomach knotted up at the thought of a new human holding him. Jacob had steady hands, and knowing that made it easier to put himself in the teenager’s grasp. Those hands had saved Sam and Dean both. Chase was an unknown, especially when it came to being held or picked up. The impulsive grab from earlier highlighted his inexperience with people so small. Even with that small setback, Jacob had managed to put an end to any desire to snatch Sam or Dean off the ground the first time they’d met, and that was only reinforced by

CHAPTER 7: The Lisong Express Jacob winced, somehow imagining the stern look on Bobby's face perfectly. He wondered what that would look like at his new scale. He realized that, grabbing aside, meeting Chase at this new size was a cakewalk. At least his friend hadn't at any point looked menacing in any way other than his comparative size. Now, Jacob had to reveal to Bobby that he'd messed up on a case, big time. The seasoned hunter knew more than any of them about how to approach a case, and he never would have let something like this happen. Dean's scolding and pacing before came back to mind and Jacob sighed. There was no point in delaying the reveal. "Hey, Bobby," he greeted, finally hopping down from the laptop and standing near the phone. "It's Jacob. The problem is, I may have accidentally activated a hexbag on myself and now I'm at little scale. Dean can toss me around like nothing." This time, the pause was pregnant. Sam and Dean both winced as though preparing for a slap

CHAPTER 6: The Call for Help Chase didn't need to be told twice. He didn't want to be singing for the lollipop guild, as Dean had so entertainingly put it. He was small enough as it was, and he was pretty sure the sight of everything from that scale would throw him right into an asthma attack. Compared to Jacob, the small room was more like an airplane hangar. "Gotcha. So we need to look up this hex-whatever and see if there's anything on it," he surmised, playing along even if he wasn't entirely up to speed on the usual procedures of hunters. Jacob, with the support of Sam and Dean nearby, allowed himself to be fascinated by the way every time Chase moved. It seemed so exaggerated. His friend's face stretched into his familiar grin, in billboard size, before Chase looked over his shoulder across the room. Despite the fascination, he couldn't help a surprised step back when Chase adjusted his weight and pushed to his full height, crossing to the desk in the opposite corner with a

CHAPTER 5: Representing the Lollipop Guild Chase was glad for something to do. After spending most of the day helping out his mom and sister with errands in the city, he'd realized he had a missed call and a voicemail from Jacob. A really intriguing voicemail, he couldn't help but think. Even as he walked his way over to Jacob's neighborhood, a few things didn't add up. For one thing, Chase was still getting used to the fact that Jacob even had a cell phone of his own. He'd gone without one for so long, only caving in when a pair of miniature brothers insisted he get one. He'd have to tell him it might be a little messed up, though. Jacob, all 6'5" of him, had sounded just as loud as Dean, who Chase remembered stood under four inches tall. The microphone had to be screwing up or overcompensating for something. It just figured that the first time Jacob got himself a phone, they'd sell him a quirky one. The content of the message itself was also concerning. It was vague and short

CHAPTER 4: Passing the Time “You’re clear!” With Sam’s declaration assuring him he was safe, Dean darted out into the open. The bed was only a few feet away, but neither brother wanted to risk being caught in plain view if anyone else decided they needed to drop off some of Jacob’s things. Once he left the safety of the walls, Dean didn’t have anywhere to dive out of sight for a stretch of carpet that he tried to cover as quickly as he could. Hopefully Jacob had remembered to grab the rest of his shit. The main part would be getting the hooded jacket over to the bed. He’d be out in the open the entire time, exposed to anyone that wandered in. The good thing was, he had Sam backing him up now. His younger brother would give him advance warning of any intruders. Dean grabbed the sleeve of the hoodie, dragging it towards the bed. Unlike Jacob’s t-shirt the brothers had taken to sleep on, this wasn’t a shirt he’d be able to budge wholly on his own. Luckily for him, all he needed to do

CHAPTER 3: A Look Inside the Walls The room beyond was better lit than the passageway. Careful placement of a select few slits in the wall, too small for a human to see, gave the light in Jacob’s room beyond the opportunity to pass within. Dean’s abandoned shelves sat on their own, the middle crooked as always with the discarded screwdriver not far. The bucket of paint he was using was in a corner nearby, along with the paintbrush that Jacob had cut down in size for them. Jacob's eyes were drawn in every direction, settling briefly on one thing before finding another object to fascinate him. Dean's shelves, the propped up bits of plywood, even the supplies piled here and there were on a scale Jacob had never quite managed to imagine. The screwdriver for a pair of eyeglasses was nearly half his length now. Even a paperclip was longer than his arm and thicker than his thumb. While Jacob was caught in the pure fascination of the new environment, Sam came around the corner, his arm

CHAPTER 2: A Trip to Safety Dean made his way downstairs, using the passages that he’d learned during the last few weeks while Sam was recovering. One day, he’d help his little brother learn those same passages, just like the way he’d helped Sam learn at the Trails West. This house was a new maze that they needed to learn. The feeling on the back of his neck grew stronger as he reached the ground floor. Dean slipped out of the walls when the tingle was as powerful as it ever was. He was close. A cabinet stretched up along the wall a few feet away, and he had to frown. There was no way a guy like Jacob would fit under that, yet the sense that told Dean where the necklace was pointed him right at it. Caution in every pore, Dean darted across the wood flooring, hoping his brief time in the open wouldn’t get him spotted. He held a hand over his knife in his leather jacket, ready for anything. He couldn’t afford to be spotted by Mariana the way Chase had spotted him those weeks back

A/N: This is the fifth part of the Brothers Lost series, and the first season finale. If you want to read the rest, please visit the Masterpost of Stories. ~~~ While Sam is nearing the end of his recovery from his broken arm, Jacob Andris goes out to investigate a nearby case. The last thing the Winchesters expect is for Jacob to then go missing, and it’s up to them to unravel the truth of what happened to their loyal friend… with a little help. ~~~ CHAPTER 1: Something's Off Jacob woke with a painful bump on the back of his head and winced. He lay on his back on a hard, wavy-textured surface that he didn’t recognize from anywhere. Uneven ridges dug into his shoulders. The air was stuffy and warm, but he shivered as though retaining that warmth was beyond him. He missed his hoodie sweatshirt as that cold seeped slowly past his skin. He opened his eyes and stared in blank confusion at what looked like the thick fabric of a tent. “What the fuck,” he mumbled, pushing his hands onto

CHAPTER 17: The Borrower and the Baker (7 of 7) Stan sat back with a frown, scanning the area around the couch. Perhaps the couch had simply been a red herring and Dean was hiding elsewhere. But after another minute without some kind of jab or taunt, he doubted that was the case. After the kettle was a good way towards finishing, he'd just begun to worry that he'd somehow hurt Dean without realizing it when a voice rang out from the other side of the room, startling Stan to his feet as he whirled around. Dean casually strolled out onto his shelf with a shit-eating grin. “Didja miss me?” he called across the room. Stan shot the small figure a flat look, crossing the room at an easy pace with his hands on his hips. "Now that was just rude," he chided, unable to keep the playfulness from his deep green eyes. Dean had the biggest grin on his face. “What, should I give away all my secrets?” he taunted gamely. “I’m not giving away where the entrances are if you’re too distracted to