A/N:

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Dean took a step back, eyeing the leaf glider with suspicion as he kept his hands cupped to his chest. He could feel his cramped prisoners shifting within them. "How do you know that name?" he shot back, unnerved by the way the glider banked a fast circle around him. He couldn't risk turning to keep it in sight, not with Jacob within lunging distance.

Sam couldn't help it. An exuberant laugh bubbled out of him and he tilted the glider into a dive. He didn't flinch as his boots touched down on the huge, cupped hands, finding sturdy ground on the large knuckles. Bowman and Rischa were only inches away, and he knew they weren't in any danger.

Above him, Dean's mouth hung open as the tiny glider landed right on his hands, demonstrating the most precise landing he'd ever seen aside from the thinner, winged person he'd trapped moments ago. The ghost sensation of boots on his knuckles joined the flutters from within, and he tensed up, afraid to knock the newcomer off. There was no room left in his hands, and this guy didn't have wings of his own. A single move would be enough to send him plummeting to the ground. Dean didn't want to hurt any of these little guys, not while he didn't know what was going on.

There was a newly-familiar tingle on the back of Sam's neck, warning him that humans watched from both sides as he stared up at the new human- at Dean, feeling like a man in the desert, staring across the sands at an oasis.

"Dean, I can't believe it's you!" Sam struggled briefly with his glider to reach his jacket. He pulled out a silver knife, its shine just as luminous as the day he received it as a gift from Dean. It reflected the sunlight up at the intent green eyes tracking his every move.

"It's me. It's Sam! "

Dean finally remembered to close his mouth at the sight of the tiny knife. "Sam? That's not… there's no way..."

Enclosed in Dean's hands, Rischa and Bowman stared straight up, knowing that on the other side of the barrier of fingers sealing them in, Sam stood there trying to get through to his older brother. A brother that he'd been hoping to find since he arrived in Wellwood. A brother he hadn't seen in over half his life.

Bowman thought of the first day he met Sam. How the older boy, when he thought he was alone, had cried and cried, all curled up in a ball on Bowman's bed. He was small and lost and afraid, torn away from everyone and everything he'd ever known. Bowman could do nothing to make it better for him, and he remembered falling asleep trying to comfort him.

Rischa remembered one muggy evening of many summer evenings in her childhood. Her wings had barely uncurled that month, and she had wandered outside to find Sam and proudly show them off to her older brother. She found him in a distant, melancholy state. It was all she could to to climb onto his lap and sit with him in silence while his thoughts flew further than any patrolsprite ever had. At an early age, she had learned to accept that Sam would drift into thought like that, and she needed to support him however she could while he distracted himself.

Thinking of his brother.

Bowman even quieted the rustling of his wings to listen, his green eyes wide in the dark as he waited to hear more of Dean and Sam's conversation. Rischa, while still clinging to Bowman, extricated one of her arms enough to press a hand into Dean's palm. Trying, in her own way, to confirm what he already knew. His emotions still clashed with themselves, and Rischa felt every bit.

Sam stood with both boots firmly planted on the back of Dean's hand as he stared bravely up at the face of a hunter. His instincts had him on edge, ready to leap off the side of the hand if Dean made one twitch in the wrong direction, but Sam knew he'd be safe there.

He had to force himself to remember that it might be Dean, but that didn't change the fact that a lazy snatch in his direction could damage his glider beyond repair. Jacob had proven that humans felt the need to grab whatever they didn't understand, and a four inch tall man certainly qualified.

Dean's attention was riveted on the little man bravely standing up to him, a tiny, familiar knife in hand. A knife from a part of his life he'd thought long gone.

"But…" He had to pause and clear his throat when his voice wouldn't work. "We looked everywhere for Sam. We thought…" Dean had to close his eyes. If there was ever a time for Jacob to lash out at him to save the others, it was then. His guard was down with the unexpected revelation. "...We thought he was dead."

Those intense green eyes opened back up, and Sam was still standing there. Still had his knife held out, trust in his eyes.

"I woke up here," Sam told him gently. "This size. I was all alone in the forest, barely over two and a half inches tall. The sprites saved me, and gave me a home. They tried searching for you and dad, but, as you can see…" He took a step back on the hand and swept his arm out at the forest. "The odds were against them."

Sam gave Dean a moment to digest that revelation before piling more on him. "Bowman's family took me in and raised me, Dean." His voice was gentle and forgiving and his eyes kind. He didn't blame Dean for the unthinking actions that had trapped his adopted siblings, but he wanted to see them freed all the same. "Can you let him and Rischa go? They've wanted to meet you for so long."

Dean's lips parted slightly. "Meet… me? " he repeated in disbelief. An entire lifetime ago, he'd had the only family he was close to ripped away. And now, that family was standing on his hand, telling him he had more…

The boy without a family or home, offered a second chance at what he'd lost.

Cautiously, he shifted his hands so the one Sam was standing on wouldn't be upset if he moved.

Then, he parted them, revealing the two sprites cupped in his palm.

Rischa sighed as the sunlight hit her once more. Bowman couldn't help but stretch his wings out behind him once they were free of the cramped space. They heard Jacob sigh quietly in relief to see they were okay, but they had to focus their attention on the human that still had them in his grasp.

Bowman stared up with a cautious curiosity, taking in the appearance of the giant. Moments ago, he'd been terrified of what the man would do to Rischa. Knowing now that he was the human Sam had longed to find all these years, he couldn't bring himself to worry as much. This was Dean, someone Bowman had wanted to come to Wellwood for years.

Rischa offered a smile, first to Dean, and then over her shoulder at Sam. She'd been the first one to figure out it was the Dean they'd all been looking for. Timing had worked against her. If Jacob had arrived a minute later, Dean might have already heard her explanation.

She was proud that things had gotten figured out anyway. She tried to rise to her feet on Dean's hand, and Bowman stood carefully to help her, until both of them were standing shakily in the hand of a giant that had trapped them moments ago.

"Hi, Dean," Rischa greeted shyly, but optimistically. A smile lit her golden eyes as she stared up at him. "I wish I could have explained sooner. Things got very confusing for a moment."

"I think things are still confusing," Dean breathed, watching the three tiny people move around on his hands. Determined to not knock them off balance, he held himself steady and his hands motionless. That, at least, he could do after years of repairing weapons and working on his car.

Sam, still attached to his glider, shifted closer to the edge of the hand he was on so he could peer at the others and scan them for injuries. He was glad to see their wings moving okay after all the excitement, and glanced up at Dean.

His older brother, Dean.

Dean could almost feel the weight of the three tiny people's gazes on his shoulders, and licked his lips nervously. "Ah, look… Rischa and… Bowman?" He remembered Sam yelling that name right when he'd first caught the second sprite, right as he'd landed on Jacob's head. "I didn't mean to trap you guys, so… sorry about that." He winced. Way to make a good first impression, Winchester.

Bowman gave him a flat look before rolling his eyes and flicking his wings pointedly. He remained on Dean's hand, staying near Rischa as his heart calmed down. He couldn't help but agree with Dean. Things were still rather confusing.

"Well. It's not like Jacob did much different," he admitted. "I guess it's a human thing." He sent a glance over his shoulder and saw Jacob wincing in turn as the accusation reached him.

"Okay, yeah," Jacob said, shrugging. He glanced over Sam, Bowman, and Rischa, amazed to see them all standing on someone else's hands. He'd hardly gotten used to the idea of them standing on his own hands. "I was a bit grab-first, questions-later, too."

Dean went to shrug his shoulders, and saw Sam waver in place. He froze again. It was hard to believe how much a single move affected them where they stood, and Sam was balanced precariously on the back of his hand. Even with the glider, he was light enough to brush off.

Looking over the little guy, Dean was impressed by the sight of a rapier at Sam's side, to go with the knife he was tucking away in his jacket. For his size, he was bulkier and more muscular than Bowman. Clearly, he wouldn't go down without a fight, and Dean felt a tiny bit of pride blossom in his chest at the thought. It was almost an alien sensation, after years of living on his own, resigned to how Sam had 'died' so many years back.

"I didn't want to trap anyone," Dean admitted for himself. "But it's my job to find out what's going on in this forest, so I couldn't just let them leave until I found that out."

Sam craned his neck, looking over all of Dean for the first time now that he didn't have to watch those hands with an eagle eye. He saw the long leather jacket his brother wore and remembered their father wearing a jacket just like it. Leaning slightly over the edge, Sam couldn't help but be impressed at how tall Dean was. Long legs clad in jeans ended in powerful looking boots that he had no intention of going near when he was on the ground. Not even Jacob, for all his impressive height, was as tall as the older man. Sam glanced back up. "You're a hunter, aren't you? Just like Dad."

Dean nodded and lifted up both of his hands to save the others from having to crane their necks back while they talked. "After you…" He swallowed dryly, hating the memories that flooded back. It was years since he'd let himself dwell on what he'd seen happen to Sam. "After you died, Dad wouldn't let me hunt for years. All I wanted to do was find a way to help other kids, and hunting… that was it. A way to save people. He didn't crack until I was sixteen, but I got there."

He hesitated a long moment, teetering on the next part. "Either way, Dad's not around now. He vanished months ago and I haven't heard from him since. So I've been working on my own."

Sam's eyes were wide as he listened to his older brother talk. "He's… gone? And you're here, which means…" Sam glanced back at Jacob, putting two and two together about how both humans had ended up in the same place in the forest at the same time. "There's something out there, isn't there?"

Dean's lips thinned, and Sam couldn't help the nerves at the sight of the intense stare growing even more focused. "That's right," his older brother confirmed reluctantly. "I'm here chasing a demon."

While Bowman and Rischa were only mildly confused and trying to keep up with the conversation, Jacob suddenly felt like they were all on a train and he was still at the station. While he was certain that Sam had explained a few things at least to Bowman, Jacob hadn't known the tiny pair long enough to hear everything about Sam's old life. He only knew the tiny knight had once been just a regular kid.

"Okay, wait," he said, putting up a hand in a slow-down gesture. Bowman and Rischa looked over their shoulders at him, and they suddenly looked extra small in a hand like that. One of Rischa's little shoes was planted right next to a silver ring thicker than her arm, worn by her erstwhile captor.

It was so big she might have trouble lifting it up on her own.

It was a weird scene, and the conversation didn't help clear anything up. "Demon? Can I just, uh ... Could someone catch me up a little, here?"

A/N

I think Jacob needs Beginning Hunting 101 before they go any further

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