October 29th excerpt:
Sam saw the look they shot him and could only put his hands up placatingly. “Oh, don’t mind me, feel free to carry on your conversation. Take your time.” The dry, flat humor in his voice was heavy, but he couldn’t say he minded, having two different people this size. Even with their numbers doubled and a discussion about weapons going on right in front of him, he couldn’t say he felt particularly threatened.
October 28th excerpt:
Grabbing onto Jacob’s hood, Dean hauled the kid to his feet. He might be weaker than Jacob as far as physical strength went, but right now he had fury and righteousness on his side.
All of this instantly caught Sam’s attention, naturally (how could anyone miss a tiny man stalking onto their table and shouting at the other tiny person?), and he stiffened, nearly going for his knife before seeing the look on the new guy’s face. The new man was older than Jacob easily, maybe even older than Sam, though his features were too small to completely make out, and he was completely focused on berating the kid.
September 23rd excerpt:
Sam’s torrent of words was cut off by a knock at the door, and he turned in his chair, his face blank for a moment as he was unable to remember why someone might be knocking.
Then, he remembered.
“Oh! That’s the pizza.” Sam turned back to the table. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
August 18th excerpt:
Jacob glanced back at the keys arranged near him, blinking away the glare from the screen. When his eyes came into focus, the first letters they read were upside down esc. Remembering pranks from back in another life with his friends, he punched at that key, marveling at the fact that he could push past its slight resistance. It wasn’t much, but it might slow Sam down.
“Wel– Hey!” Sam interrupted his attempt at an explanation, exclaiming when the laptop navigated away from the page he was on. “What the hell?!”
August 17th excerpt:
Sam gave up on that search. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, and on a hunch, he put in ‘tiny people living in the walls,’ unable to shake the thought that he’d heard of something like that while growing up. Not from his father or Dean, but from school and other kids. Something that, despite his experience with the supernatural, had never seemed quite real compared to what he dealt with on a daily basis.
This search yielded an instant result, bringing up a movie from 1997 that made Sam’s eyes light up.
The Borrowers.
August 16th excerpt:
“Dude, I don’t … want to be here,” Jacob pointed out, stuck at a crossroads between nervous and defiant. “Let me leave!”
Sam arched an eyebrow. “You don’t?” he asked, a playful grin on his face. He leaned forward and nudged Jacob in the side to get a reaction. “Well, once I get some answers, we can revisit whether you stay. For now, you’re sticking close to me. Where I can see you.” The sparkle in his eyes challenged Jacob to defy him.
August 15th excerpt:
Sam clicked through this before discarding the search altogether and changing it to ‘tiny people in motels,’ in case someone had run into the same situation as him in the past.
The first entry that came up got a flat look out of Sam.
“Fun-sized rooms for fun sized people!”
“That’s no good,” he muttered.
August 14th excerpt:
Jacob grasped the strap of his bag to keep it steady as he took another step back. The strange mechanical whine of the computer screen barely warned him before it lit up and his attention was drawn there instead. Lights on the panel glowed, and from this close he could hardly recognize what this cinema-sized thing was supposed to be.
“Uh. Looks like you have work to do. I should get out of your way,” he suggested, taking one more shuffling step away from the laptop that he guessed would soon be the center of Sam’s attention.
June 28th excerpt:
“Doesn’t exactly seem safe, running around in a room like that when I don’t know you’re there.” Sam held out the silver bullet that was pinched between his fingers, his last test unless he found some iron sitting around in the motel room. “See how this feels.”
“Yeah, because this is so much better than hiding,” Jacob muttered under his breath. He leaned skeptically away from the thing Sam held out to him so he could take a safer look at it. The shiny metal reflected his skepticism back at him in a warped image. Pinched in Sam’s huge fingers, the thing could almost disappear.
It was familiar, but Jacob couldn’t immediately summon up what that shape might mean.
June 27th excerpt:
“Well, if you’re not going to tell me your name, I’ll just have to figure out what to call you then,” Sam said glibly. “How about shorty? Short stop? Pint-size? Half-pint? I could go all day with these.” Mischief shone in his eyes.
Brothers Apart 