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Dean let out a curse as Sam leapt over the edge of his hand. The tiny man had both arms out, the cape billowing out under his arms. Before Sam could catch any air, Dean's other hand instinctively snapped out and caught him. Sam landed, stumbling to his knees in shock at the fast landing.

"Dude!" Sam complained, rolling himself over and trying to catch his balance again. "What the hell?"

"Nice catch, Dean," Jacob snickered. The nestlings that had made him into a playground all stopped their chattering so they could laugh at the sight. Two remained on his shoulder, two had wanted to check out his hoodie pocket down below, and the little one, who he'd learned was called Vel, remained perched on his knee with his little wings fluttering and giving away his excitement.

Vel got to his feet, holding out his arms for balance as he waved up at Sam. "You don't gotta catch him, sir! That's Sam! He can fly!"

Dean looked like a deer in headlights all over again, hunched slightly over with his hand extended to catch Sam. "Y-you… what?!" he sputtered, his mind only just starting to catch up to everyone else.

They didn't seem to think it was out of the ordinary that Sam was doing his best to jump from a perch three feet up in the air.

Sam had to laugh at the look on Dean's face, despite the way he'd been grabbed out of the air. He sprang to his feet, making sure his rapier wasn't in danger of cutting Dean's skin while he moved. "I'll be fine," he said dryly, holding out his arms to display the modifications he'd designed himself in the knight jacket. "It's made to catch my weight, so I can glide to the ground. Y'know, just in case something happens to my glider."

He turned in place, his small boots shifting against Dean's thick skin. "Just watch, okay?"

Dean nodded, but stayed tense as Sam darted for the edge again. This time, the small swordsman used a finger as a jumping board, flying up into the air. His arms went out, and the fabric billowed up all over again. Instead of falling the way Dean feared, it really did catch the air. Green fabric pulled taut with air in a mimic of the leafy wings of the people Sam had grown up with. He might not be able to wheel about like they did in the air, but he would be dammed if he remained stuck on the ground watching them fly.

Sam drifted down with expert practice, managing a precise landing on Jacob's knee. "Hey, Vel!" he greeted happily, scooping the smallest nestling up into his arms for a coveted piggyback ride. "I see you met my friend Jacob. That's my big brother Dean over there!"

Vel squealed in delight before he managed to turn his focus up towards Dean. After getting used to being near Jacob, staring straight up at another person just as big didn't daunt him as much. His wings fluttered and he waved, but quickly had to wrap his arms around Sam's neck again to avoid slipping backwards.

"Hi, Dean! You're a really big big brother!" he pointed out. Vel, though he was quite used to Sam, had yet to learn all of the details of why the shrunken human lived in the village.

To the younger nestlings, Sam was simply a fact. One of the knights didn't have wings, and it wasn't a problem.

Jacob grinned sheepishly as two sprites emerged from his hoodie pocket to run towards his knee where Sam had landed. He was sitting still, and that had made him into something of a jungle gym.

"Maybe I just have a little little brother," Dean joked back as he took the last step to Jacob. With all the children running around, and three of them flocking to Sam, he was more careful with his movements than he'd ever been. The trust the sprites were giving them by letting their children visit with two towering humans was amazing to see. It made Dean self-conscious of his every move, even the way his boot pressed into the ground.

When Dean was certain the ground under him was clear, he sat down next to Jacob with his legs crossed. He leaned forward with a grin, caught off guard by how natural it felt to be smiling so much. It had been years since he'd felt so lighthearted. Maybe even all the way back to when Sam was around.

Sam certainly fit in with the sprites, his green clothing blending right in with the others and not put off at all by the little wings that fluttered around him. The small knight brushed a hand against one of the other kid's wings when they made it all the way across Jacob's large leg. He didn't even seem to mind the fact that he was standing on one human, and the focus of both.

"You could almost be a fixture in the village if we left ya here," Dean commented to Jacob as he spied the two more tiny kids sitting on the teenager's shoulder. "Looks like you've been claimed."

Jacob chuckled, and the slight bounce in his shoulder got the nestlings laughing. Their wings fluttered avidly, and he could hear every tiny little flap as they giggled. "Yeah, I think you're right," he admitted, glancing to the side to eye the little ones perched on his shoulder. One of them was staring at Dean with as much awe as he'd stared at Jacob earlier.

"It's the first time giants ever came to the village," one of the kids down on Jacob's lap pointed out.

"I hope we're making good impressions," Jacob said seriously, getting the kids to snicker. He smirked and poked at one of their sides, and they squeaked and scurried to hide behind Sam.

"I'd say you're doing a pretty good job," Sam said as the kids peeked out from behind his legs. He kept one hand on Vel's leg, and brushed the hair of the nestlings that were hiding behind him with his other hand for reassurance. Vel's little arms rested on his head for balance. "Not even a bruise on these guys."

"Speaking of first impressions," Dean said to Jacob, "before all the crazy gets going here, I was hopin' we could maybe start over. I don't think we started off on the best terms, and if Sam says you're alright, you're alright." He shared a glance with Sam, noting how odd it felt to see the little guy standing against the backdrop of an enormous teenager, making Jacob look like a giant. If there was one thing Sam had demonstrated quite capably in the short time they'd been reunited, it was that he could handle himself, so Dean suppressed the protective instincts that reared up in him.

Instead, he held out a hand far over the heads of the little sprite kids, offering Jacob a handshake. "My name's Dean Winchester, and I'm here to help."

Jacob grinned, relieved in the back of his mind for the new introduction. He hadn't exactly acted his best earlier, either, in the name of trying to protect his sprite friends. It looked like he'd been forgiven, so he could easily extend the same courtesy. He took Dean's hand and shook it.

"Jacob Andris, and likewise," he said. "At least I hope I can do something to help."

"You're built like a tree, boy, I'm sure you'll think of something." A gruff voice interjected from overhead, and they all looked up to see Scar spiraling gracefully downwards until he hovered at eye level with the humans. His sword glinted in the sunlight, reflecting green from the sharp blade and promising a fight if Scar found an opponent.

"Most of my knights are back and waiting for my directions," he explained, glancing between the three humans present in Wellwood. He arched his eyebrows at the sight of the nestlings all but swarming Jacob. "Kids, I need you to find your mamas and papas and head on home, okay? There's danger in the woods and I need to plan with Sam, Jacob, and Dean."

Vel stuck his lower lip out in a pout, but didn't protest. There were only mild complaints from the kids on Jacob's shoulder as he held up a hand to ferry them back to the ground. Vel patted the top of Sam's head. "Be careful, okay, Sam?"

Sam tilted his head up to see the tiny hands on top. "You don't have to worry about me," he promised with a laugh as he reached up to get Vel down. When Jacob lowered his hand for the last few kids on his lap, Sam placed Vel on the hand and crouched to be at eye level. He ruffled the kid's hair. "I've got these two giants to watch my back," he reassured Vel, cocking his head at Dean. "They'll take good care of us."

Once the kids were secure on the hand, Sam jumped off the other side of Jacob's leg, landing with a practiced agility between the two humans. Brushing back the cape, he meandered over so he was closer to his older brother. Looking up at Dean, he grinned wryly. "I'm guessing you came prepared?"

Dean smirked. "Always do."

Scar watched the nestlings all climb off Jacob's hand, one of them tripping and rolling in the grass. Jacob scooped his pinky finger under the girl to lift her to her feet, and soon she was scampering off towards the sprites upstream. The washing would have to wait; everyone needed to be in their homes and possibly ready to take to the highest branches.

With that done, he turned back to the others and dipped lower in the air until he settled himself evenly between two giants. An instinct in him told him that was a good way to get himself caught, but he trusted Cerul's judgement of Jacob, and Sam's stories of Dean had elevated him to legend status over the years. It was time to see if the stories were true.

Hands on his hips, Scar faced Dean. "Alright. Let's hear what there is to know about this ... 'demon' threatening our people."

Dean waited patiently for Sam to walk over and stand next to the High Knight. There was no reason to risk startling either of them. Once they were both ready and waiting, he reached into his jacket.

The leather cover of the journal he always had with him was soft and worn from years of use. There was no doubt in Dean's mind that Sam would recognize it, even after years of separation and the fact that the journal now outsized him and Scar by several times.

Placing the book on the ground, Dean flipped through the pages to the middle. There were very few entries on demons in John's scribble, and he'd marked the page before setting out on the case. He smoothed down the crinkled pages as he scanned it over. There were scrawled additions to the lore in Dean's blocky handwriting, covering the margins. He didn't intend to repeat past mistakes.

Sam stepped towards the book, brushing a small hand over the inked words as Dean began to talk.

"Demons," he started off, his gruff voice rumbling overhead for Sam and Scar, "are tough sons'a bitches. The problem with them is it can be almost impossible to spot the difference between a run of the mill psychopath and a person who's been possessed."

His eyes sought out Jacob's. So far, the teenager and his friend Chase were the only two to come in contact with the demon that they knew about. "Now, I can't say when your friend Bobby was possessed. For all we know it was riding him for weeks before it jumped you. What we do know, is he had black eyes, and that tells us it was a demon.

"The next problem we run into is a demon can't be killed like a regular monster. You can put a bullet in his heart and it'll keep on comin.' The only person that's gonna suffer is your friend Bobby, and we want to avoid that as much as possible."

Dean shifted in place, moving a few inches back to make more room in front of his crossed legs. He dug in his jacket again. "Good news is, there are weapons that work against them, and I came packing. Even got some extras in my duffel."

In short order, items were placed around the journal and the two knights as Dean listed them off. Scar shifted his feet with each new addition, eyeing each and every one critically until they were all but surrounded by foreign human things. "Holy water, to keep him back. I don't care what he looks like. He could be possessing a little old grandma. That demon has enough strength to toss me or Jacob across a field, or snap our necks. We cannot let it get its hands on anyone. Rosary beads, in case we need to bless more water, and salt. If you make a circle of salt, no demon can cross it so long as the line remains unbroken."

Sam surveyed the items around him, noting with a wry grin that the bottle of holy water was shaped like the virgin Mary. Dean straightened in his seat, tapping the journal in front of him with a long finger. On it was inscribed the part that would be Sam's to handle.

"And an exorcism, worth one express ticket back to Hell for the black-eyed son of a bitch."

A/N

Things are starting to come together, and they will be Ready to take this demon on!

It's getting near the end of the story, so we all know what that means! On Wednesday you'll all get to pick which story posts next!

Since these two stories have been in the poll for a while, it'll be up between Brothers Lost and Brothers Consulted, and whichever story loses this time will post directly after!

Next: December 5th, 2018 at 9pm est

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