December 22nd excerpt:
Not a foot and a half from where he’d landed, someone was staring back at him, equally wide-eyed with shock. Never in his life, despite growing up knowing about the supernatural and watching, eventually helping, his father kill witches, werewolves and vengeful spirits, had Dean ever seen anyone quite like the little guy with the flame of red hair.
The kid couldn’t stand an inch over half a foot, if that. His skin was pale, hair so bright red it stood out against the background.
Brothers Apart 