You got it!

Giants might be real, but at least Bigfoot’s a Hoax!

All of these thoughts crowded Dean’s mind and he was absently shoving his phone back in his pocket when it happened.

Behind him, a massive spring responded to his presence. A steel door thicker than a wall slammed shut behind him, and Dean was surrounded by metal bars as thick as his arms.

Trapped, with a hungry giant missing in the forest. No way to reach Sam by cell, and no way to get out of the cage.

To be sure, Dean pulled on the thick bars that comprised the sides of the cage. They didn’t budge. The massive metal door of the cage could be used for warehouses, and no matter how he pushed, nothing happened. The damn thing must weigh a ton.

Dean slumped down with a frustrated sigh.

Seconds later, a sound came to him through the woods. The crashing sound of footsteps, like he’d been chasing only moments before. The leaves around him shook, and Dean knew that Jacob was coming.

And he was caught in a trap.

A trickle of sweat dripped down Dean’s neck. They only knew a little about the teenager. There was no way of knowing how Jacob would react to them after his dash from the cliff. Why had he run away? Was he afraid of what would happen if he was around two bite-sized people while he was so hungry?

The footsteps were hurried, rushed. Dean hesitantly got out his machete, prepared to fight for his life if it came down to it. Sam was on his own by the cliff, investigating Jacob’s belongings and campsite. If there was a fight, and Dean lost, Sam would have no warning that Jacob was dangerous. No way of even knowing that Jacob and Dean had run into each other out in the forest. For all Sam would know, Dean was still combing the trees in search of the giant.

Leaves rustled, and a huge hand came into view as a maple tree was pushed out of the way with a lingering creak. Hungry brown eyes fell onto Dean’s small form, and deep shadows covered Jacob’s face as another echoing growl came from his stomach.

Dean took a step back from Jacob, and felt his back press up against the thick metal wires of the cage. He was cornered. Holding the large knife defensively in front of his chest, he was prepared to go down fighting.

It was hard to forget that every single bit of lore they’d found on giants specifically called out the fact that they ate people. Jacob might be reasonable enough, but this hex or curse or whatever it was might change him when he was hungry, a lot like what a werewolf went through during the full moon. Without fresh hearts, werewolves would die, so their instincts compelled them to hunt humans, even people that they knew and respected in their normal life. Jacob had only met them that day, and most of their time had been spent tracking him down.

If he was operating by instinct, he might see them as a threat. Dean had emptied his clip into Jacob’s palm in an attempt to escape a grab.

Dean hadn’t missed the hunger that shone in Jacob’s eyes when he pushed aside that tree.

“Jacob,” Dean greeted, a strain in his voice. “We’re all friends here, right?”

July 28th excerpt:

“Hey!” Sam called out, breaking the silence of the forest.

Jacob was too sluggish to startle awake completely, but the call did bring him to awareness faster than usual. His eyes opened and his shoulders tensed in the first second of not knowing where he was. The arm he’d rested on tingled from low circulation, so he had to use his other hand to push himself up.

He scanned his surroundings with tired eyes, and it took him a few seconds to actually spot Sam. When he did, he smiled tiredly. “Hey, Sam,” he greeted.

July 27th excerpt:

Slowly, a shuddering rumble through the house pulled Bobby from his unsettled dreams and he woke with a gasp. Hunter instincts yanked him to full waking in seconds, the gun under his pillow in his hands and pointing at nothing before his eyes were fully open.

There was nothing there, and Bobby grumbled to himself as he shoved the gun back into hiding. Then, he realized what had woken him, as another shudder rocked the house. It wasn’t enough to knock the photos from his shelves, but it made itself known like a small-scale earthquake.

July 25th excerpt: 

“Dean was born in trouble,” Sam mumbled absently, flipping a page in the book. He distantly hoped that Bobby had found more information than they had. Aside from the “fee, fie, fo, fum” stories that littered the world, there wasn’t much lore to go on. Bobby had books that reached back to ancient times, and Sam was banking on there being information in there.

July 24th excerpt:

Jacob watched the black sky above and realized with an internal jolt that Sam could take him out right that instant. He stood right over Jacob’s throat, and he carried guns and knives with him. Even Dean could leap forward with his machete right then if he thought Jacob was a threat. He had to hope that his continued trust in them would pay off.

July 23rd excerpt:

“See if you can find any good places to stop for the night,” Dean said. “We should check on Jacob before long.”

“Right,” Sam said, slouching down in his seat.

“And keep an eye on that giant!”

July 22nd excerpt:

The increased speed nearly caught Jacob off guard and he took a longer stride to make sure he kept up with the car. The motor, so powerful in reality, sounded far away like a remote control car from his prodigious height. The tail lights winked with every slight change in the incline as the very odd trio made their way along.

July 21st excerpt:

“Yeah, hey Bobby.”

They finally escaped the cell phone dead zone, and Sam dialed up Bobby instantly. Dean listened with half an ear, his eyes on the road to avoid the glare from the flashlight Sam was using to see the maps.

“We’ve got a problem.” Sam was intently listening, and Dean wished he could hear Bobby’s responses. He arched an eyebrow at Sam, and the phone was put onto speaker mode while Dean flicked the radio off.

July 20th excerpt:

Sam twisted around in his seat and rifled through the belongings in the back, pushing aside some of the tent fabric that filled the backseat until he could snatch up one of the library books he’d checked out.

“Here.” Sam tossed one at Dean. “Something for the trip.”

Dean plucked up the edge of a cover. “I’m so thrilled,” he said sarcastically.

Sam got a book for himself and leafed through to the section on giants. “Might as well pass the time.”