March 13th excerpt:
Sam stared down at the ground again, his face flushed. “I – I dunno,” he answered quietly. He scuffed his boots against the ground, afraid to admit how scared he was. If they were right, and the world certainly seemed to be on their side, he was small.
And if Dean hadn’t been hit by the same thing, and Sam devoutly hoped he hadn’t, he would be huge.
Big enough to pick Sam up between two fingers without a problem, or close his hand around any of the sprites that were helping.
Sam rubbed his eyes, exhausted. “Be really careful, okay?” he told Cerul seriously. “Dean’ll be real upset if he can’t find me. Dad said he’s supposed to watch me if he’s out, and it’ll be all Dean’s fault that I got attacked.”