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March 26th excerpt:

Sam turned his attention to the relaxed sprite too, giving a partial smile at the sleepy demeanor. “So, still not a morning person?” Sam asked as brightly as he could fake, knowing that a happy-go-lucky attitude like that could piss off anyone that wasn’t a morning person. Needling Bowman would be a good distraction.

Bowman turned a tired, exasperated gaze in Sam’s direction. A bright tone like that was just too much. It shouldn’t be possible, this soon after waking, for him to even hear such nonsense. “No,” he answered simply, letting the blunt word carry sass with it rather than crafting more of an answer. It was too early for it.

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March 24th excerpt:

He brushed against Sam’s arm when he was shifting in place under the green canopy. With a mumble, Sam rolled a little closer, his arm landing over Jacob’s small body. Jacob flinched in surprise from the sudden appearance of an arm longer than his body. It was only a moment before Sam shifted again, pulling the small hunter closer by instinct as soon as the shivers that wracked his body were noticed even in the depths of sleep.

Sam buried his head next to Jacob under the blankets, effectively pinning him to his chest the way one would a teddy bear at night. His grip was gentle, keeping away from the sore and bruised ribs that the tiny hunter was nursing. Sam gave a brief mumble of contentment before he fully drifted into sleep again.

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March 21st excerpt:

Sam rolled his eyes, nudging Jacob good-naturedly with an elbow. “I could give Bowman a piggyback if I tried,” he snarked back gamely, knowing his own strength. “So unless you’ve been putting on some weight that you’ve been hiding, I’ll be fine.”

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March 17th excerpt:

Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”

Jacob snickered at that, but almost immediately after came a loud, incessant BEEP from the microwave across the room. He couldn’t help a minor flinch from the noise and his free hand almost instinctively went to cover his ear. Everything seemed so loud at this size. Even the simple rustling of fabric as Dean shifted was sharply noticeable.

Dean stood to go get the food just as a second BEEP went off behind him. “Y’know,” he jabbed back, “being tall never went to my head in the first place, small fry.” He left them for a moment to grab his food.

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March 16th excerpt:

Bowman fluttered up in front of the hunter to pass him on the way to his spot above the radio, the tip of a wing just barely brushing the front of the thick jacket Dean always wore. Best to do that before Dean was moving the Impala, as he knew the human would gripe at him for being a distraction.

He sat down on the dashboard with a huff, only twitching a little as the the Impala roared to life again. “It was cold in there,” he complained, quite glad to have left the strangely fake bright lights of that store. What little light had leaked into his pocket hiding place had fallen on his wings and provided none of the warmth it promised.

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March 15th excerpt:

The man nodded at the rack behind Dean. “I always say you can’t go wrong with Casa Erotica.”

“Thanks, but I’m good,” Dean said, impatiently waiting for his total. He wanted to get back to the room with his friends and time was wasting. He didn’t need any recommendations from a random stranger.

“That’ll be twenty-five sixty-seven,” the man announced, hitting one last key on his register. “Cash or charge?”

That wasn’t a hard question for Dean. Since he spent so much time in the town near Bowman’s forest, he did his best to stick with untraceable methods of payment. Cash whenever possible. “Cash,” he replied with a wry grin, fumbling in his pocket for the money.

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March 14th excerpt:

Sam remained curled against his neck, a sharp eye on their surroundings. He continued to be amazed at the world passing by so speedily. After years of being trapped in one place, he might never stop being awed at how much freedom he had with Dean. All he had to do was speak up and Dean would change the direction of the Impala.

Bowman looked like he was finally adjusting to riding in a car. His wings shifted a bit in the movement as Dean turned the car into the Gas ‘n’ Sip parking lot, the sunlight sending patterns across his wings in bright ripples through the glass window.

“Alright guys, pocket time,” Dean said quietly. He parked in a corner of the lot, away from any other cars so that no one would see the sprite flitting around inside. “Everyone needs to be hidden.”

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March 12th excerpt:

Sam settled into the crook of his neck for stability as he started walking, heading carefully out of the village. Bowman swooped ahead of the hunter, waiting as Dean grabbed his duffel bag from the ground. It hadn’t been any use so far, but he could never be too prepared in his line of work. He’d learned to keep whatever weapons he could on hand, especially when he had no idea what they might be facing.

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March 11th excerpt:

Bowman waited on the porch, unknowingly mirroring Sam as he leaned over to watch Jacob scoot himself carefully to the pocket. He couldn’t see his friend’s expression clearly, though he could vaguely tell he was concentrating on the task at hand. That was probably good; jumping recklessly from that high, even into a cloth pocket, could really injure the tiny hunter.

Bowman suppressed a shiver. It was beyond weird to think of Jacob as tiny. They needed to get him better as soon as possible, because this was all too strange.

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March 9th excerpt:

Jacob’s eyes were drawn right back up to Dean, the definite winner of the giant contest here. Jacob could tell he was trying to move slowly to kneel closer, but even those movements were so massive and fast and alarming to watch. It really was like seeing a skyscraper kneel down to greet him. Dean’s knee hit the ground with all the grace and subtlety of an avalanche. The ground shook under Jacob and the other two, but Sam and Bowman didn’t react to the trembles.