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Walt was waiting for them when they came in.

The older man sat in the living room, his blond hair lit up by moonlight that filtered down in sparse bars of illumination from the room above. Sharp blue eyes watched the two cursed humans try their best to slip back into the home without a sound, a lost cause when their absence had been realized long before.

Walt steepled his fingers together thoughtfully, assessing the two men he'd helped raise. Even Jacob, so much younger than Sam but forced into this life all the same, could be considered a man in this world they lived in. He still had so much to learn, but the time for learning had grown short.

"So," Walt began gruffly, without waiting for them to notice him. "You went to see him. This human I've heard so much about."

Jacob's breath hitched and Sam almost jumped out of his skin. "W-We didn't go see anyone. Just running through a few rooms at night this time."

Walt gave him a grim smile when Sam made it fully into the home. "That's a load of crap and we all know it. I already know you went to see Dean last night. Mallory told me I shouldn't try and stop you. Family, after all, shouldn't be kept apart." He frowned. "I was surprised to see Jacob slip out with you tonight, however." Walt turned his eyes on the younger brother. "I thought you'd avoid the person that trapped you so easily."

Jacob cringed. He understood the phrase "like a deer in headlights" all too well under that stare. He had no defenses for it. Never before had he defied Walt like this, and despite his uplifted spirits he was appropriately sheepish.

Jacob's birth father had been gone for six years by the time he was cursed and Walt took him in as his own. In the year leading up to his death, he hadn't had much time or energy to be strict about anything. Walt's parenting was very different from what Jacob remembered, but Jacob had never thought that made the man less of a father to him. He'd taken Jacob in and saved him from being stuck alone at a vulnerable, tiny size, even though it was hard enough getting by already. Jacob was one more mouth to feed, a drain on resources, yet never once had anyone complained about taking him in.

So it did make Jacob a little guilty to disappoint him like this. "I... uhm," he floundered. There weren't a lot of ways to dress up the truth. He'd recklessly gone back to see a human that had kept him trapped under a vase for several hours. A human who, if Sam hadn't shown up, might have killed Jacob or taken him away no matter what he said. The fact that he could was frightening enough, and yet Jacob had gone back.

Jacob shrugged, his hands lifting from his sides slightly before falling back down. "Okay, yeah, I went," he mumbled, his voice gaining strength as he thought about it. "And yeah, he ... he did trap me yesterday. It was fucking terrifying and I wasn't sure if I'd see any of you ever again, and I can't ignore that. But then he let me go. I can't ignore that either. Sam trusts him, and I trust Sam, so ... I had to give this a shot." By the end of his little speech, Jacob's tone was an odd mix of self-assured and apologetic, but he didn't look away.

Walt stared steadily at him, staying quiet about what he saw staring back at him. Then, he glanced appraisingly over at Sam as well. "You both trust a human," he stated. "And the fact that you both came back for the second time… or a third time, in Sam's case, says a lot about this man."

Sam didn't respond to the slight jab as he stared back.

Walt went on. "I also know that I can't keep you from him, Sam. And I never wanted to. I just want you and Jacob to be safe. I won't lose another child. Not again."

Sam knew what they were going to do was dangerous, but it was also right, and right for Jacob to have the chance to see his family again. Walt needed to know. "Dean said he'd track down Jacob's family for him," he ended up replying. "Help him find his mother after all these years."

Walt threw his glance back at Jacob. "Is this what you want?" he asked sternly.

Jacob met Walt's eyes with a little more confidence this time. He nodded once. "Yeah. I don't know how, but I'll make it work. She's my mom. I have to." Jacob understood that it'd be dangerous. He'd be putting himself in front of a woman who hadn't seen him in three years and who know could knock him over with a single jab in the chest.

But, like he said, she was his mom. That wouldn't happen. She would be surprised and she might take convincing, but family was family.

For a second, Jacob was thrown back three years, when he first found out that she'd gone, left Jacob behind in the motel because she had no idea how to look for him. She never knew that she'd need to look for someone much smaller than the tall boy she remembered. After his dad, she was all Jacob had, and he was all she had.

Walt nodded in reply, solemn. "Then I guess I'll have to rely on Sam keeping an eye on you," he said dryly. "Since you did such a good job watching out for him." He came forward and clapped them both on the shoulders. "Now, if you leave without telling Mallory goodbye, she's going to have my head, so no sneaking off on her, okay?"

He lead them further into the house, talking all the while.

Despite the exhaustion of the day, Jacob's excitement ran high and he didn't sleep as much as he might have. The morning was a blur. He got out of his bed for the last time and made sure to pack up what clothes he had, lovingly crafted by Mallory. They suited people their size perfectly, the threads carefully worked into a thinner material that wasn't as thick and cumbersome as fabric was usually made by humans. Sam packed his own bag, and soon enough they were ready, their satchels full of everything they owned.

Ready as they could be, anyway, to head out into a world far too big for them. With a human, no less. One who had only arrived two days ago, reuniting with Sam after over a decade apart. Jacob kept feeling butterflies in his stomach and a strange melancholy in his heart. It was sad to leave Mallory and Walt after all they'd done. He was glad they'd just restocked all the food. He knew they'd be okay at least for a while.

He could always come back and visit for a while. Jacob was no longer trapped by his size.

The vent to Dean's room was in sight. Light from the morning sun leaked through the slats in golden bars, benignly inviting them closer. Jacob took a steeling breath as they reached it. In truth, he had no idea how it would go, and he was nervous. Traveling with a human, even one he thought he should be able to trust, was a massive unknown.

When the two brothers slipped out of the vent, cautious and silent as ever, Jacob stuck close to the wall to assess the room once more before taking another step. Just inches away was the spot where he'd been snatched into the air, stolen away from his mad dash for freedom. And now, here he was, ready to put himself back in reach of the same human that had lifted him high above the floor in a casual show of how powerful he was.

"Here goes nothing," Jacob muttered, glancing to the side to send Sam a quick, tight smile.

Dean was just putting the finishing touches on his outfit in the morning when he saw them arriving. He turned towards the vent, tucking his colt back into his jeans as he did so. "Hey guys," he greeted. "I was starting to think you two sleepyheads were gonna stand me up here." Being a hunter, he didn't normally get more than an average of four hours asleep. The extra time for sleep at this motel was starting to spoil him, since he didn't have an actual hunt to worry about.

Just some research and a pair of guys smaller than his hand.

Dean retreated to the table, with no real idea how he was supposed to act around them. If he walked over there, he'd be looming, and if he sat at the table, he'd have to wait for them to reach him.

Not like you're going anywhere, he told himself. You can give them the chance to get here on their own.

He just felt like he needed to help. He could make things easier with a simple motion, moving them to the table in seconds. Yet they'd both made it clear they prefered to do things on their own, and after his massive screw up the other day, he owed it to them to let them.

His duffel and computer were already packed up and in the car waiting. All that was left was the library books, and since he'd checked them out under a fake name he'd decided to just leave them in the room for the motel to take care of. He didn't want to go too far from Sam since he didn't know what time they'd come around.

They finally reached the table and climbed up. Dean was still fascinated by how commonplace they made the motion appear. Sam climbed like a monkey, straight up into the air without hesitation, and Jacob, though Dean could tell he wasn't as comfortable as Sam with climbing, would still leave Dean down on the floor in the dust. His own experiences with climbing were few and far between, and usually on surfaces that didn't come anywhere near as tall as the table did in comparison to their small heights.

"So, how was the traffic getting here?" Dean asked jokingly, eliciting an eyeroll from Sam. Strange how he could see that level of detail when Sam was close enough. Probably a good thing, since Dean imagined he'd get that attitude plenty from his younger brother. Just like when they were kids.

"Oh, the paths were perfectly clear," Sam shot back. "A great day for travel in the dark, really. We could have gone all day."

Dean smirked. "Glad you decided to come out here, then. With those great travel conditions you could try and make it all the way to Jacob's mom's on your own."

He sobered up quick enough, knowing when it was time to get down to business and stop messing around. "So, will you two be okay traveling with me? I mean…" Dean glanced down at himself, "I'm probably going to have to keep you in a pocket at least while we're outside. Once we're in the car it'll be safe to come out, but until then, can't risk anyone realizing people like you live here, right?"

Sam nodded in response, clearly uneasy with the thought. He tossed a look in Jacob's direction to see what he thought of their options.

Jacob raised his eyebrows to find the attention on him. His eyes strayed over to the pocket on Dean's shirt. His bag had been stowed away in a pocket just like that one. He hadn't been able to see its shape then, and Jacob wondered if he and Sam would be visible from a pocket. If they were, probably not by much. Just small, near invisible bumps that could just be a fold in the fabric.

Hidden away from the world and the other humans. He couldn't help a moment of intimidation to know that he and Sam would be completely under Dean's control while they were in there. Jacob took a slow breath and released it.

He'd already decided he'd trust Dean. He could go into a pocket. No problem.

He shrugged. "Good idea. Better to be safe about it, right?" he said, meeting Sam's nervous gaze with one of his own. We can do this. At least they weren't going to be on their own. That duffel was out of sight. Jacob had considered, on his way there, the different possible ways for Dean to transport them, and the huge bag full of weapons and supplies was one of the least appealing ways to go.

He shifted his bag on his shoulder self consciously. With the table cleared of Dean's computer and all those books stacked to one side, Jacob couldn't help but think of his short time trapped there. When the glass vase, so innocuous, kept him in place in the middle of the table, exposed to the room without any way to hide himself. This time he'd be hidden away someplace where he couldn't safely escape without risking being seen, not to mention Dean could decide to keep them there.

Jacob knew enough by now to know it was unlikely that Dean would trap them that way... but he could. It was hard to give someone control like that, and Jacob was certain Sam was thinking something similar.

"So long as you don't go dropping your phone or your money on our heads or something I'm sure it'll be fine," Jacob added with a sheepish chuckle.

"Yeah, no change in the pocket," Sam echoed pointedly, giving Dean a joking glare.

Dean smirked. "Hey, you two are traveling first class over here. All the comfort of the chest pocket. What do you take me for? Phones and pocket change get… third class?" He glanced down at himself. "Whatever you call the jeans pockets. Maybe the cargo hold."

Realizing he was rambling on, Dean made himself stop and focus. " 'Sides, I made sure there was nothing in my pockets before you got here." He slowly extended his hand next to the small pair. "All aboard!" he joked, doing his best to keep things lighthearted even as he could feel himself grow nervous. They were so much smaller than his hand. He could probably have three or four people their size all on his palm at the same time without a problem.

The pressure was on not to let them down.

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So, Dean's pant pockets are officially the cargo bay, jacket pockets are second class, and chest pockets are first class. Anyone up for buying some tickets? XD

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