May 13th excerpt:
Dean steadfastly did not mention that they didn’t always ignore him when he shouted at them for hurting Sam.
They’d never hurt him too bad for his intransigence. Just enough to teach him how to behave.
He was valuable merchandise, after all.
April 15th except:
John stood and approached the desk again, reaching his free hand in the brothers’ direction.
Dean didn’t have time to think through his actions; he just reacted.
The second John’s hand reached towards the two children, Dean tossed himself over Sam, shielding his little brother with his own body. All of a few ounces and three and a half inches large, Dean wasn’t the best protection, but it was all he had to offer his little brother and he’d be dammed if he just let anyone pick up the kid without trying to stop them.
April 14th except:
“We’ll get out of this, Sammy,” Dean promised. He spared a glance for the crack in the pocket where John’s hand entered, the long arm stretching out of sight as the man walked along. “Whatever it takes, you will not end up in another cage.”
April 13th excerpt:
Dean grit his teeth, any hopes of escape foiled by the cave they were in.
Not a cave. A pocket.
March 29th excerpt:
Unable to reach the edge of the palm before it rose, Dean found himself curling into a ball around Sam as the ground dropped away. Then stopped. Pulse pounding, Dean blinked his eyes open in confusion as the hand paused in place.
Done with arguing with the giant, Dean shifted towards the edge of his hand, intent on getting down and getting away.
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!”
March 9th excerpt:
When a finger bigger than either brothers head brushed over Dean, melting some of the snow instantly on contact and knocking a few other flakes free from his flattened spike of hair, he jerked back on instinct, and dragged Sam along with him as he cringed from the hand that could scoop them both into a fist in seconds. Sam was limp, offering no resistance to Dean’s motion.
John sucked in a startled breath, jerking his hand back for a second. Before he could think about it, his hand shot back out and curled behind the moving figure’s back. His hand didn’t close, simply formed a barrier of warmth for the kid. They looked so small against his palm, and he took half a second to process the fact that they didn’t just look like tiny kids, they were real.
March 8th excerpt:
A few steps away was a crossing, which had just turned in the direction that John wasn’t heading, so he shoved his hands in his pockets with a sigh and waited patiently for the light.
Boredom struck quickly, and curiosity brought his attention sliding back the way he’d come, to that strange figure in the snow. He didn’t understand why until he thought about it; whatever it was, it was small enough to be a toy. But a fallen toy wouldn’t manipulate itself in such a position.
March 7th excerpt:
Dean glanced to the side, his gaze softening. Sam was slumped against his side, exhausted and weary. They had run for most of the day, leaving the younger kid drained and unable to keep up with his older brother for long. Dean had tried giving Sam a piggyback for a bit, but he tired as well within the hour.
We’ll just stop for a bit… get your energy back up and then we’ll find someplace safe and warm, okay?
Brothers Apart 