Hello, fans! Thanks for the wait! Hope its worth it.
"Um...so warm..." Jacob said as he snuggled futher into his pillow. He threw his legs over the pillow to straddle it, causing the pillow to shift and moan-what a minute! This pillow was strange! Jacob felt so tired though.
"Yea, that's it, Baby." Dean's husky voice mumbled, causing Jacob's eyes to shoot wide open.
"Dean!" Jacob shouted in horror and confusion. He subconsciously shifted the rest of the way onto Dean, who grabbed a hold of Jacob's hips to steady him. Sam slammed the door open and saw a half naked Dean underneath a flushed Jacob who only had his boxers on.
"A little privacy would be nice, Bro." Dean said as he motioned to where Jacob sat on him. "Big bro needs his privacy-ack!"
Jacob reached down and started choking Dean, who tried to pull his hands from around his neck. Sam W. banged his head a couple of times against the wall before deciding to help his idiot of a brother.
"Let me at him! Let me at him!" Jacob shouted as he tried to get out of Sam W.'s grip to finish choking Dean to death. Dean sat up on the bed while rubbing his sore and bruised neck.
"I like it rough, but there's a limit-ack!" Jacob got loose and managed to punch Dean in the throat before Sam W. got him successfully out of the room. Dean fell back on his bed gasping in pain.
"Let me go! I'm calm." Jacob told Sam W. who sighed, but did as he said. However, he shot Jacob a warning glare when Jacob took a step back towards Dean's room. Jacob sighed and flopped down onto the couch. He blinked as he realized that he was feeling to much against his skin and noticed that he was almost naked. He blushed as he ran into a nearby room and slammed the door shut.
"Jacob?" Sam W. called, then frowned when he heard shuffling in what was his room. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Clothes." Jacob answered as he looked through Sam W.'s dresser. He paused when he saw a strange book in the first drawer. He shook his head, continued his search, and found a white t-shirt and some jeans. Once he opened the door, he peeped out and noticed Sam W. wasn't waiting outside for him. He was about to shout for Sam W. when he heard some talking and movement in the kitchen. He quietly crept up to listen.
"Can you be serious for once in your life! We can't let him leave here today! I had a dream about it! He has to stay here! I'll lock him up if I have to!" Sam W. told Dean, who sighed.
"I suppose if he doesn't agree to stay we can keep him locked up as the last resort." Dean agreed. "But only as a last resort."
"There is no other resort. He stays of his own free will or we lock him up. Either way, he stays."
"Sam..."
"And that little perverted stunt that you pulled certainly won't help him want to stay." Sam W. snared at Dean, who rolled his eyes.
So, they're like...kidnappers or something. Jacob thought slightly terrified. But they haven't hurt me or anything...It's not like Billy's rich or has leeway with important people. What would make them want to keep me locked up...its really creepy...I think I should go...
With that thought, Jacob put on some shoes by the front door and opened it quietly and unnoticeable. Well...as quiet and unnoticeable as one can with a squeaky door in the middle of a breezy snowing winter.
"JACOB?" Sam W. and Dean's voice called in unison as they walked out the kitchen. Jacob took off in a ran. Dean and Sam W. looked at each other, then took off after Jacob with a curse.
"JACOB, WAIT!" Sam W. voice shouted after Jacob who had a good 17 ft lead on them.
"Yea, come back!"
"Like hell! You guys wanna lock me up! Back off!" Jacob shouted as he kept running. He noticed the location as he ran. They were just outside of town, not even half a mile away.
"There's a reason. Just stop and listen." Sam W. pleaded with Jacob, who kept running.
"NO!" Jacob shouted while looking back. "OOF!"
He collided with what felt like a brick wall.
"Jacob?" A familiar voice said Jacob's name causing him to look up and his eyes widen.
Short and sweet. or too short and sweet...hm...review please!
