A/N: Another story comes to its end!

Thank you to all our loyal readers, and special thanks to anyone that left us a review! Reading your comments gets us through the week.

Dean was down on the ground by the entrance to their home, the wallpaper still partially open as he glared up at Sam and Jacob both. He didn't wait for a response from the flabbergasted Sam, stalking away from the wall. His duffel was slung over his shoulder from his time in the walls, but he didn't bother pulling out his hook so he could get to a closer height with the others.

Nope, Dean decided he had all he needed for climbing right there.

The size of Jacob's boot settled on the ground didn't daunt him. Jumping off the ground, Dean caught a hand on the jeans and started to haul himself up. "I can't believeyou ignored everything I said earlier," he fumed while he climbed. Muscles bigger than his entire body tensed somewhere beyond that wall of denim, a sign of Jacob trying to keep still for him while he climbed.

Jacob had a guilty look on his face, knowing that Dean's scolding was meant for him just as much as it was for Sam. He'd not once considered parroting Dean's reasoning back to Sam when he found him hiding behind the desk. Sam was a grown man who could make his own decisions, after all. He deserved some fresh air if he wanted it.

Not that Jacob was going to point that out while Dean was on the warpath.

Chase, for his part, watched the scene unfold with a bemused expression on his face. For a moment, he didn't know what Dean planned to do as he stormed up to Jacob. The guy couldn't see over the top of Jacob's boot, after all. Seeing him start to climb up like it was the most normal thing in the world, however, drew rapt attention from Chase.

Jacob finally worked up the courage to speak when Dean was near his knee. "It's not like much has happened, here," he said. "We're literally all just sitting around..."

Dean didn't pay Chase any mind since he already knew the other human. He finally reached the broad knee, pulling himself up the last few inches with a scowl. He crossed his arms, staring up at the hand suspended above his head to spot Sam peering off the side at him. He could easily scale up Jacob the rest of the way, but chose to pause his journey for more scolding.

"Dean, I'm fine," Sam protested, his ears flushing red all over again at his older brother's tirade. "It didn't even get jostled."

"But what if it did? " Dean shot right back, not missing a beat. "We need to make sure that arm stays safe, otherwise you'll be stuck out of commission even longer!"

"Right," Sam said, sarcasm tinging his tone, "like you'd just sit around all day if you were hurt." He knew as well as Dean that the older hunter would never be caught just hanging around healing. Dean always had to be doing something, or he'd lose his mind.

Strangely enough, the two brothers weren't fazed by the fact that their argument had an audience, and one that loomed over their heads without even trying.

Jacob pursed his lips, resisting the urge to chime in. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten himself soundly stuck in the middle, but there was definitely no getting out of it now. With Sam and Dean focused on each other, he had to sit still while they argued out their points. If he dared jostle them or steal their thunder, he'd never hear the end of it.

Chase folded his arms on the back of the chair to rest his chin on them, watching the scene with both amusement and fascination. Somehow, his hulking buddy from high school, one of the biggest people in town, if not the biggest, was sitting there with two tiny people on him, letting them argue to their hearts' content.

Things had definitely become strange in the time he was gone. Chase was suddenly glad the three of them saw fit to let him in on the secret, even if he was a human and therefore dangerous to the brothers.

Dean gave Sam a strange look. "Sam, you're all I have, remember? How would you feel if I just up and vanished when you told me to stay put?"

Sam was almost flattened under the reversal, remembering the way Dean had vanished back the second day after they'd met Jacob. Not even twenty four hours had passed since Jacob had trapped him in a coffee pot, helplessly stuck while Sam was forced to listen to the stubborn back and forth from hiding down on the floor.

It almost knocked his argument right out from under him, though he clung to the fact that Dean had done the exact same thing he was getting yelled at over.

"Dean…" he said, his puppy eyes out in full force. "I can't sit around inside for weeks while my arm heals. Can't I just… come out and visit? Even once a day?"

Dean held his stance for a few seconds longer, keeping his eyes trained on Sam. Anyone that didn't know they were standing on a human big enough to pluck them up between his fingers would have a hard time believing the scene going on around them. "Fine," Dean said. He held up a hand before Sam could celebrate his win. "But only if I come with ya. That way I can make sure you don't ruin your sling."

"Deal," Sam agreed instantly with a grin.

Jacob released a quiet sigh, glad to see the argument come to a better result than he'd expected. Honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised if Dean was stubborn enough to drag Sam back into the walls, griping and complaining all the way. Dean was stubborn enough for almost anything, after all.

Apparently, resisting Sam's puppy dog eyes was not on that list. It was hard to fault him for that. Jacob didn't let himself smirk over the thought, instead logging it away. It was useful information.

"Glad that's sorted out," he said, offering Dean a tentative smile.

Chase snickered. "Yeah, for a second there I thought we were in trouble."

Dean shot a glare Chase's direction, then angled it up at Jacob. This close, he almost had to look straight up to meet eyes with the guy. "You," he griped towards the human, "are not supposed to be encouraging him to put his arm at risk. What if something happened when you were holding Sam? We both know you can't help him out if it gets jarred."

Sam interceded for the humans, knowing how ornery Dean could get if they let him go off on a rant. "Dean, chill. The whole thing was my idea, alright? There's no one forcing me to be here."

Dean narrowed his eyes, then stalked towards Jacob's side. "You all owe me some pie after that scare," he griped as he started to scale up the human, digging his boots into Jacob more forcefully than normal. There was no way he was going to let Sam hang out in a hand all on his own after all that.

Jacob's eyebrows shot up as he felt the little kicks in his side from Dean's climb. He refused to complain, letting the small hunter get his point across in his own way. Dean had been in worse moods before, and Jacob always weathered those, too. He kept an eye on Dean's progress, making sure he wouldn't accidentally knock him off balance and focusing on not twitching each time a tiny boot dug into his side.

Chase had gone full cheshire cat, his expression downright gleeful after seeing Jacob scolded by a man smaller than his finger. Jacob was so chill about everything, Chase could see why Dean kept him around. It wasn't every day you found a giant you could boss around as much as you wanted.

"Pie, huh? I'm sure we could find some somewhere. Nab some right off a windowsill if we gotta," he quipped, snickering at the flat look Jacob sent him. Not all jokes had to be good, so long as at least one person was laughing.

Dean managed to reach Jacob's arm, hauling himself up precariously for a brief moment before he was able to stride over the steady forearm and wrist to join Sam.

Sam gave him a sheepish grin. "See? Good as new," he said, angling his body so Dean could see the injured arm.

Dean shook his head, exasperated. He didn't deign to answer Sam, just peering across the room to where Chase was sitting on his chair.

"After everything you put me through today? Better make that two pies."

FIN

A/N:

Jacob is absolutely helpless and at the whim of his Winchesters! And now Chase knows it.

bNext story:/b It's a Tall World After All, the season one finale for Brothers Lost, coming in the future!

Leave a review if you're enjoying the series!

Upcoming stories schedule:

October 23rd: A Time to Heal ends.

October 24th: The 5th Brothers Apart anniversary! Stay tuned throughout the day for a look back at how far the story has come, and what plans there are for the future!

October 27th: Part 2 of Aftermath: A Series of Consulted Shorts begins posting.

November 6th: Part 2 of Aftermath: A Series of Consulted Shorts ends.

November 7th to November 16th: Posting hiatus.

November 17th: Clash of the Hunters begins posting!

*** When Clash of the Hunters finishes posting, there will be no poll. Bobby of Far Away will be the next story to post. ***