First Prize: The Swap

For @torchmlp.

They won my Oscar Halloween Contest an age ago and requested a body swap story with Jacob and Sam, set in the Brothers Found AU (created by myself and the wonderful @nightmares06  and you can find more info @brothersapart).

This one is set not long after the first installment of that AU (and well before Jacob in Wonderland … for reasons). Shenanigans are unavoidable with a body swap and these poor dorks have a lot to navigate here. And of course, I had to end it off on the cheesiest note possible.

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The night after a hunt was always the toughest part to adjust to. The bone-deep exhaustion clung after finding the latest monster and killing it before it could hurt anyone else. Jacob was glad Sam always convinced Dean to let him stay in the motel room for a night after the fact.

He was new to this. He had a lot to learn, but after reuniting the four-inch-tall Sam Winchester with his brother, Jacob’s eyes were open to the job. They could help people. He could help people.

Like he’d helped Dean get his little brother back after years not knowing he was even alive.

Jacob settled in for the night after a still-terse but friendly acknowledgement of Good work from Dean. The guy was leery of him for accidentally hurting Sam, but they’d come a long way. The bruise on Jacob’s eye had healed up already.

He didn’t have much time to reflect on the hunt before he rolled over with a sigh and dropped off to sleep.


Waking up after a hunt was tough, but at least Jacob’s aches had already disappeared. He breathed in a sigh and shifted in bed, only to find that he’d managed to tangle his legs in the blankets.

What the hell?

He sat up squinting and reached out to tug the fabric cocoon off, only for his hands to jolt back. As he blinked himself awake, Jacob found himself definitely not in the same place he’d fallen asleep.

There was only one bed, shoved into the corner, and thin, plain blankets had replaced the patterned motel ones. He glanced around and found what could almost be a laundry bag near the bed, next to a pair of leather boots that didn’t look like his. As he observed more of the room, he found that it had no lighting in it whatsoever.

The only lighting came from …

“Oh, no way,” he muttered. The opposite wall wasn’t really a wall. Jacob stared hard at it and the shape of a book, tall enough to flatten a truck, was all he saw there. Monolithic books stacked at the other end of the room and left only one opening out.

There was a dixie cup near that opening that came up to his torso.

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