March 28th excerpt:
Dean pushed himself back from John with his free hand, trying to inch backwards from the man and put some space between them. That is, until he ran up against the hand cupped behind and flinched away again.
“We don’t want your help,” Dean protested, clinging to Sam. “People can’t be trusted, what makes you any different?”
March 27th excerpt:
Dean was incensed past any rational anger, heating his face up as he turned it on his only target. “Why do you even care?!” he shouted up at John. “It’s not like it matters where we’re from!”
December 13th excerpt:
Infuriated, Dean’s hand closed into a fist around the tinfoil cup, crumpling it into a ball. “Son of a bitch! ” he snarled, whipping the ball of foil at the stack of books. Glowering at the way it just bounced off the topmost book, he shoved his boot back on, threading the laces and pulling them as tight as he could, searching for a place to funnel his anger.
September 19th excerpt:
Dean cut off mid-sentence, his entire body stiffening. Scenes that had played out months ago ran through his mind, reminding him of the time his size had been turned on him, shoved in his face over and over again.
You already know I’m under four inches tall, what more do you need? I know I’m the shortest one here, isn’t that enough?!
Brothers Apart 