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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

CHAPTER 16: The Borrower and the Baker (6 of 7) Dean gave one last kick for good measure over his head, collapsed on his back as he was. The interior of Stan’s fist was by no means roomy, but there was no pressure against Dean’s body, and no threat of him being crushed. Stan’s smile melted the second he felt Dean's foot dig into his skin. Suddenly worried all over again, Stan tilted his hand to lay flat and unfurled his fingers, raising the smaller man to eye level to see if he was hurt. "You alright?" Stan practically whispered, bringing a smirk to Sherlock's face. Observing the young man and Dean was quite amusing and at times fascinating, and despite his initial assumptions about Stan, the detective had to admit that he was surprisingly non-moronic for one of Mycroft's. Dean found himself staring straight up at the distant ceiling of the flat as Stan’s hand opened, taking a few deep breaths to help reorient himself. When Dean was sure he wouldn’t fall right over again, he

CHAPTER 15: The Borrower and the Baker (5 of 7) “Let’s get one thing straight,” Dean said sternly. Something in the air changed between them. It was no longer Dean-the-prey getting chased, but Dean-the-teacher lecturing Stan, and this Dean had no problem scolding a man who could pluck him up between two fingers, stick him in a pocket, and ignore his protests until he ran out of breath. “You are not going to hurt anyone,” Dean said, and his tone brooked no argument. “Unless they’re one of the people that’s kidnapping and selling us as pets. You know how I know that?” He narrowed his murky green eyes at Stan. “Because you remind me of me. You’re quick on your feet, and your reflexes are what you said they are. Someone who can catch a ball like that ain’t about to squeeze too tight when he grabs a person.” Dean advanced on Stan, taking a few measured steps towards the twitchy hand that refused to close around him. “I know the others are gonna run from you. It’s what we do.” For

CHAPTER 14: The Borrower and the Baker (4 of 7) It was only a heartbeat of Stan staring at the crack where Dean had slipped into before there was movement again. Dean was cautious as he stepped out, making sure he wasn’t going to get snatched up for his escape and taunts, then walked into the light. Hands on his hips, he stared up at where Stan was crouched on the ground, shaking his head with a grin. “I think we can call that a win for me,” he said smugly, straightening his shoulders in pride. After Sherlock’s capture of the brothers those months ago, Dean had feared they were losing their touch, but now he stood the victor. Stan forced a chuckle, finally seeing just how much Dean was enjoying himself. At least someone was having fun, despite how dangerous the situation could become at any moment. "Sure can," he muttered, offering a hand to give Dean a lift to start again. "You're speedier than I thought you would be," he admitted sheepishly. “You bet I am,” Dean shamelessly

CHAPTER 13: The Borrower and the Baker (3 of 7) Sherlock hummed thoughtfully, sinking lower into his seat as he frowned at his diminutive flatmate. Dean had certainly been quick to come up with this little 'game' of his. Almost sounded as if he'd thought of it before, though Sherlock doubted he quite had this learning outcome in mind. Dean might be a daredevil on occasion, but he'd never dream up any method for someone to catch him just for the hell of it. This was an unusual circumstance, of course, and Sherlock gave Stan one more look up and down. He couldn't exactly object with Dean so excited about his idea and Agent Baker more than willing to listen in order to do something noble for complete strangers in need. It was obvious that he would never abuse that information, that much was clear from everything Sherlock knew and observed about him. Admittedly, the detective was curious to see where this was going to go, and he pulled his legs up into his chair and crossed them

CHAPTER 12: The Borrower and the Baker (2 of 7) Stan's brow went up at the suggestion, and his focus flickered over to Sherlock, the only other human he'd seen handle Dean in the way he was telling Stan to do now. The younger Holmes brother looked at Dean with a slight frown, perhaps in confusion, and then he arched an eyebrow at Stan before giving the smallest of nods. It was clear in his eyes that he would be watching Stan very closely, but he wasn't about to stop them. "If… if you say so," said Stan as he turned back to Dean, swallowing nervously as he got to his feet. He scolded himself for being so jittery about this. Stan was quite familiar with dangerous situations, it was practically his job description, but this was different to him. This was holding an entire life in one hand, a hand powerful enough to snuff out that life by accident. That was the last thing he ever wanted. Breathing deeply as he sank into the armchair adjacent to the bookshelf, Stan hesitantly copied

Chapter 11: The Borrower and the Baker (1 of 7) A black cab pulled up in front of 221B Baker Street, and a man with bright red hair stepped out. It had been nearly two weeks since Agent Stan Baker's fateful first visit to this place, and he regarded the building with a certain weight as he saw it in the daylight for the first time. Since their mission in Wembley, Stan and his team spent the week sorting through all the information they procured from the site, and the past few days brainstorming ideas for a solution to the clear and present problem in London and seemingly Europe as a whole. One solution was favored in the group, but everyone agreed that they were not even remotely prepared to carry it out. As the leader, it was Stan's job to prepare them, and he rapped on the large black door with the knocker to seek help from an expert. Stan's brow went up when a small older woman in an apron and cleaning gloves answered the door, and he put on his most charming smile, shoving his