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Once Sam and Dean had wandered in their own direction, Scar paused to gather his bearings. Jacob watched him scan the trees around them, as if waiting for Bobby to come lunging toward the village at any second. Leafy green wings fanned open and closed in a steady pattern before Scar finally nodded to himself.

"Human, I must gather the other knights," Scar explained, peering at him. "I wish we could afford you a warmer welcome to the village, but we may yet have time for such things later."

Jacob nodded, wide-eyed to be addressed so politely by the tiny knight. He was a noble, which Sam and Bowman explained meant he had earned his leadership among the sprites. "Right. Of course, sir," Jacob replied as respectfully as he could, still standing awkwardly beneath the branch Scar occupied.

With one last nod and a flutter of his wings, Scar darted off. Jacob found himself standing on his own in a village of people smaller than his hand. Dean was several feet away, crouched on the ground and focused entirely on one of the little houses that Jacob had to assume was Sam's. Bowman had gone on his task of spreading the word.

Scar leaving Jacob unwatched was both surprising and humbling. He doubted the little knight would just forget something like that.

'Don't go wandering' might have been a literal order for him to follow.

He could see other sprites cautiously coming and going among the higher branches. Many of them craned their necks to watch either Dean or Jacob, the giants in their midst. Dean might be directly next to a home tree, but Jacob wasn't far from the village proper himself. He took only a couple steps before cautiously sitting himself down on the ground near the stream, thinking that might put him out of the way while the others regrouped.

Upstream of his seat, a few brave sprites remained out doing their washing. Irregularly shaped swatches of thin cloth wavered in the current, held tightly by the adults that scrubbed at them. Smaller articles, clothing and some clay dishes, were handled by younger sprites that had to lie on their bellies to keep their balance while their wings splayed haphazardly around them.

Eventually, try though they might, the sprite parents couldn't convince their children to ignore Jacob's presence any longer. Jacob watched in awe as young sprites, some of them barely two inches tall, wandered closer to him with wide eyes. Some of them would scurry back to their parents or older siblings after a warning, but they didn't stay back for long.

There were giants in the village, and they wanted to see for themselves.

Most of the older sprites that Jacob could see had come to peek at him while he stayed in his clearing that first visit. After meeting Sam and Bowman, he'd had his share of self-conscious moments wondering how often he'd turn around and spy someone perched on a branch staring curiously at him. Until Jacob, Wellwood sprites hadn't seen a full-sized human before.

Jacob offered a warm smile to the closest of the nestlings, still a few feet away from him. They perked up in surprise, as if they didn't expect him to be able to see them wandering closer. Tiny wings, some of them slightly curled at the edges to give away their youth, fluttered at their backs.

"Hi," he greeted them, and the nestlings stumbled forward even more. Some that were on the opposite side of the stream set to work carefully hopping from stone to stone, avoiding the water. "Be careful over there," Jacob warned them. He got a few sheepish grins in return and some approving nods from the parents who hung back to continue the washing.

"We're always careful," someone answered, and Jacob looked down to find that the first nestling had reached him. He tensed, staring at the absolutely tiny child standing in the grass, well within reach of the arms he rested casually on his knees. "If someone fell in the stream, their wings would get so heavy!"

"How heavy?" Jacob asked with a grin, leaning down slightly as one of the other nestlings ducked behind a fallen leaf to peek shyly at him.

"As heavy as ... as five acorns!" one nestling exclaimed, holding his hands high in the air while stretching his wings out to the sides. They fluttered and didn't cooperate with him for long, sending him off balance.

"That is a lot," Jacob admitted with a nod. "You'd probably get tired carrying around wings that heavy."

One kid tapped her chin pointedly as she thought. Then, she shook her head as her eyes lit up. "Nope! I'd just have a giant like you carry me!" she declared, pointing up at Jacob.

"I bet you're strong enough to carry ... twenty acorns," the first boy determined, closing enough distance with Jacob that he could almost climb onto his lap.

Jacob's eyebrows arched up. He couldn't make a mistake now, with such tiny children wandering close to him. He was almost holding his breath, but that didn't stop him from smiling, endeared by their antics. "I dunno, maybe," he teased.

"Yeah, you could!" a third nestling insisted. In only a few seconds, Jacob found himself the center of attention to five miniscule children. None of them were taller than Rischa's two and a half inches and all of them craned their necks back to stare at him in pure awe. He was one of the biggest people they had ever seen, only a few inches shorter than Dean.

"You're probably real strong," one of them said.

Jacob chuckled. "I guess so," he relented. Then, slowly, carefully, and with a few glances towards the parents so they knew he didn't mean any harm, Jacob lifted one of his hands from where it rested idly on his knee, and lowered it to the ground, palm-up in an invitation. "Why don't you come test me? See if I'm strong enough."

Two of the nestlings weren't deterred at all by his challenge, and Jacob had to withhold a gasp at the amazing sensation of the tiniest shoes he'd ever seen scurrying onto his palm. The other three approached more cautiously, eyeing his long fingers with wary little eyes.

"Don't worry," he assured them. "You don't have to if you don't wanna. But I promise I won't let you fall." His deep voice had never felt so obvious and loud than when he tried to lower it to console the tiny children. They were like glass figurines, and all of them smaller than his little finger.

A third nestling gave in to his charm and hopped up. "Can we sit on your shoulders? I heard Rischa does!" he asked, looking up at Jacob with the widest, most pleading eyes he could manage. Jacob smiled. Like I can say no to that, he thought, completely enamoured. These kids only confirmed his drive to make sure the sprite village remained untouched.

"You can, but only if you promise me that you'll hang on tight and not crowd each other, okay?"

"Okay! Promise!" chirped up at him in multiple voices. One more little sprite clambered onto his hand with her wings twitching, the last one hanging back with his hands behind his back. Jacob smiled gently at him before focusing on the four on his hand.

"Up we go," he murmured, lifting them up. He had to smile at their squeals of delight as the ground dropped away from them. He ferried them slowly up to his broad shoulder. There was more than enough room for them, but he kept his eyes on them while they settled down, gripping the seams of his hoodie and looking around avidly from their new perspective. "Hang on, okay?" he reminded them.

While they promised once more that they would, Jacob glanced down again to check on the last shy nestling. His eyes widened at the sight of the little boy clinging to the denim of his pant cuff, wings aflutter and legs kicking. The boy's tongue was sticking out in concentration, and Jacob didn't have the heart to distract him.

The boy finally hoisted himself up onto Jacob's leg, and clambered up the slope until he could flop over on Jacob's knee. Jacob reached down to gently brush at one of the twitching wings. "You okay, there, bud?"

The boy twisted around to grin at him. "I did it myself!" he announced proudly.

"You sure did," Jacob replied. "I'm glad you could join us. You guys'll keep me company while I'm visiting." Four tiny voices, close to his ear, chimed in their agreement. The little one on his knee just smiled and nodded. Jacob couldn't help the touch of pride in his first impression.

Landing in the 'garage' made for the glider was always an adventure. Sam tilted the wings back, just enough to slow down his descent but not enough to cause the glider to stall and send him plummeting towards the forest floor. The fall wouldn't be fatal; aside from the fact that he was wearing his wingsuit as a precaution, Dean was close by and Sam had a feeling the hunter would dive to catch the glider if it came down to it.

Even so, he was determined not to embarrass himself in front of Dean.

The air was still, and didn't nudge him off course, leading to a smooth landing. Sam's feet hit the ground, and he raced forward a few steps before he was able to pull the glider to a halt.

The belts securing him to the glider didn't take long to release, and as the last one snapped open, a shadow fell across the entrance and cast Sam's surroundings in darkness.

Sam smiled as he felt the light touch of eyes on him. So long as the human wasn't actively hostile, it wasn't a disconcerting sensation. Spending time with Jacob during the summer had helped him adjust to the necessity and appreciate the ability. There was no way of knowing where it had come from, but when dealing with people that outsized himself and the sprites by almost twenty times, it was invaluable.

As Sam came around the wing of his glider, Dean's face was framed by the garage entrance. His green eyes had lost a great deal of their intensity, replaced almost completely by curiosity and intrigue. He was crouched on the ground to see into the low-hanging branch, just over three feet off the ground. The sprites had given Sam one of the lowest branches in respect to the fact that he had to use the stairs to get places if he wasn't in his glider, and it made it easy for his older brother to peer inside.

The hunter's lips parted, and he almost went to reach forward before hesitating. He drew his hand back, looking pained at the size difference. "So, this is your home?" Dean asked, starting to resemble a hopeful puppy more than a demon hunter. Finding Sam again opened up lines of thought that Dean hadn't traveled down in a long time.

Sam was proud as he held out his arms. "Made just for me." He pointed to the side, where a door lead out of the garage to the 'living room' of his home. "The sprites designed it when I was sixteen. They thought the whole 'garage' thing was weird, but didn't question it too much when I made the glider. Then there's all the storage space they made." He wrinkled his nose, always amused by it. "It's like they think I'm going to starve if I don't eat constantly, just because I can't get energy from the sun like they do."

Dean's eyes almost caressed the lines of the glider and garage, the mechanic in him intrigued by the tiny sketches that covered the walls. A variety of designs for the different gliders Sam had experimented with as he developed his very own adorned the walls. The sprites didn't have paper, so he made due with what he could.

Sam grinned, already knowing what his older brother wanted to do. "Dude, I don't mind if you check things out. Just don't go breaking anything!"

Dean looked like a deer in headlights, then cracked a wry grin of his own. "That obvious, huh?"

Shaking his head, Sam went to one of the wings of his glider to start repositioning it for flight later on in the day. "You might be a hell of a lot bigger than the last time I saw you, but I can still read you like a book," he jabbed good-naturedly as he started to pivot the leaf glider. It moved easily under his touch, his extra strength coming in as useful as always.

Dean watched him for a moment more, a real smile touching his lips as he watched his younger brother. Then, he reached forward again, this time grazing the walls with a callused fingertip. "It's pretty wild, you being here," he said as he did so, not meeting Sam's eyes. "Here I thought I was just on some half-assed demon hunt, and instead I run into you and an entire village that no one's ever heard of."

Sam paused, concern touching his face. "You won't tell other hunters about them, will you?" he asked worriedly. "They're not a threat, I promise. They don't even like having to defend themselves from wild animals." He gestured at the rapier on his waist. "Just some pacifists that want to stay safe."

With a careful finger, Dean reached over and mussed up Sam's hair, a shit-eating grin on his face at the annoyed reaction from Sam, and the attempt to bat his finger away that failed completely. It sent a shock through Sam to realize that the grin on Dean's face was almost bigger than he was, and he had to suppress it. It's just Dean.

"Chill," Dean reassured him as he took his hand away, this time resting it on the edge of the garage. The entire branch swayed under the new weight, and Sam held his arms out to his sides for balance. None of his tools moved, which he was thankful for. He didn't want to waste a trip all the way to the ground to fetch them back.

Dean grimaced, his ears flushing slightly at the reminder of how easy he could move Sam's entire house.

Things weren't the same as when they'd been kids, not by a long shot.

"I'm not about to put anyone on the trail of a bunch of innocents, Sam," Dean said quietly, noticing the way he was attracting attention from all corners. Sprites flitted by overhead, checking out the new giant in their midst. The last thing Dean wanted to do was scare any of them off. "You have my word."

Sam paused, taking in what little he could see of his older brother. "I'm holding you to that."

Dean smirked. "You doubt me?" he joked, pushing down on the branch as he released it, and making it bounce slightly. Sam's curses leaked out of the garage in annoyance as he grabbed a clay pot to keep it from sliding out.

Dean leaned back, resting his hands on his knees as he looked around at the area. "You did okay for yourself, kid," he commented as he watched a little sprite woman walking up the stairs of Sam's pine tree. A tiny, fluttering kid was close by her side, his arms full of pine needles as he stared up at Dean, wide-eyed with amazement at the sight of the human. Dean gave them a little wave, catching the kid even more off guard with the sudden motion.

Sam had to grin at the nestling's reaction to the hunter, and waved at them as well. He knew them from living in the village, but not well. They, on the other hand, likely knew all about him, the out-of-place human who'd found his home with the sprites, and Dean was practically a local legend. All the sprites had heard of the giant brother of Sam, if not during the initial search for him, then over the years as Sam settled in and told wistful stories of the family he'd lost.

"I like to think so," he agreed as he went back to work on his glider. Pausing, Sam glanced out and saw how Dean continued to stare at the leaf glider with fascination. There was a glint in his eye. Sam knew exactly what to do with that.

"Mind giving me a hand?" Sam asked innocently. He jabbed a hand at the wing on the other side. "If you could keep it in place for me…"

"S-sure!" From the look on his face, helping out with the glider was the last thing Dean had ever expected to be allowed to do. He reached in and pinched the wing carefully between two fingers, hungrily eyeing up the delicate workmanship on it.

Sam went around, checking the last knots and his belts for any wear. It had to be done after every flight, and having his older brother around didn't change that. Though it was occasionally jarring to have to sidle around the hand that took up a good deal of space in the garage, it was worth it for the look on Dean's face.

"So these knights," Dean started hesitantly while Sam worked. "Will they be careful out there before we're ready?"

Sam bobbed his head in affirmation. "They know to stay back from a threat until Lord Scar figures out a plan," he said. "The patrolsprites will keep an eye out for Bobby and they'll alert us. Bowman's a patrolsprite," there was a tone of pride in Sam's voice, "and I'm a knight. We usually patrol together." He gestured at the wings of the glider. "Bowman gives me a hand with the air currents since I can't feel them like he can."

Dean's eyes trailed up towards the home where Bowman had taken Rischa. "And they really wanted to meet me?" he asked in a softer tone, disbelief in his voice.

"Well, yeah," Sam said, his brow scrunching together in confusion. "They've been my family for years. They always hoped they'd get a chance to meet you. Hell, I think Bowman pretty much had us both adopted when he was five."

The hunter laughed at that, letting go of the glider under Sam's direction. The little guy didn't seem nervous around the huge hands infringing on his space, so Dean took another opportunity to examine the rest of the garage. He pinched a rope between his fingers, staring at how tiny the braided coil was.

Sam passed by and tugged it out of his fingers. "Told you not to break anything," he chided as he tossed the rope back into a pile in the corner.

"Hey!" Dean held up his hands in protest. "I'm being careful!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Do I need anything while we plan?" he asked, brushing off his hands.

Dean pursed his lips, thinking back on the case. "You still good at Latin?"

"Hmm." Sam thought about that. "I might be rusty," he admitted. "I haven't practiced since my curse."

"That's fine," Dean said dismissively. "If you feel up to it, I'll give you an exorcism. If you're going to be out there with me, we're making sure you're prepared for it."

"Sure." Sam ran into his home. Dean leaned back in, wondering what he was up to. The tiny windows were just big enough for him to see through. Hell, they were probably just barely the size of his eye.

For his efforts, he got flipped off when he blocked the light from the room. Dean backed off, waiting as Sam came back out, something almost invisible clutched triumphantly in one tiny fist.

Dean's brow furrowed, unable to quite make out what Sam was holding. "Whatcha got?"

"Remember how I used to grab the pens from the motel rooms?" Sam asked as he headed for the stairs, ready to head out.

"Sam, you didn't." Dean's lips parted in a grin. "You held onto that for that long?"

"Of course!"

Dean shook his head ruefully and held out a hand next to the walkway. "Need a hand?" he quipped, shit-eating grin back in place.

Sam eyed up the hand, then jabbed a finger up at Dean. "Don't even think about starting on stupid size puns," he warned.

"Who, me?" Dean asked innocently. "I'd never even think of such a thing, pint-size." A strange feeling hit him as Sam climbed into his hand, a ticklish sensation following the smaller man as he made his way to the center. Sam had a lot of trust in him to go so easily, and Dean was grateful. Sam's casual attitude about his size was making it easier to adapt to Dean's own strange situation- finding his estranged brother four inches tall after losing him over thirteen years ago, as well as finding an entire family that knew all about him.

Standing in the center of Dean's palm, Sam curiously stared out at his surroundings. The fingers arrayed around him were all about the same height as he was. Though he wasn't worried about being grabbed, he knew to respect Dean and Jacob's size. They did their best, but sometimes they just moved too fast for the tinier people around them.

Once both brothers were ready, Dean headed towards where Jacob had settled. This time, Sam got a bird's eye view as the hunter stepped over the stream, which was reduced next to the humans to barely a trickle of water. Not the stream he'd grown up around.

"By the way," Dean said curiously as he went. "What's the cape on your jacket for?"

"What, this?" Sam held up an arm, a mischievous smile lighting up his face as he displayed his built-in wingsuit. Dean had almost reached where Jacob was resting by the stream, and the other human had already seen it in motion. "Just, this! "

A/N

NO ONE can resist Vel

Especially not the teddy.

The moment everyone's been waiting for... Sam gets to show off his home to Dean!

And also is probably about to give his older brother a heart attack

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