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 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.”
July 18th excerpt:
“Sorry, guys,” was their only warning before Jacob’s fingers curled inwards, ushering Dean back towards his palm. He scooped them both up in his hand and tucked that hand close to his chest where he could defend them.
Sam and Dean didn’t think to tell them where they were going, so at first they might think the boys just went a little farther out in the motel to search for supplies. Eventually, they’ll realize they aren’t coming back, and they’ll go to Dean’s home to search. When they find it abandoned, they’ll be forced to think that the boys were kidnapped or taken away, just like Bree was.
One way or the other, Sam and Dean will have a lot of explaining to do when/if they get back there.
July 17th excerpt:
“Oh, that’s cute,” Sam sassed right back, practically spitting on the offer in the hopes it would push the other man into leaving. “You think I’m out here all by myself. Only fools would come on a hunt like this on their own.”
Right on cue, Dean strolled out of the shadow of the trees, his sawed-off shotgun hanging casually from one hand while the other was draped over his duffel bag. “Hey there, Sammy,” he drawled, “this guy givin’ you some trouble?”
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I’d say Jacob is going to have his hands full of bitty Winchesters in the future!
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July 15th excerpt:
Jacob had shot up in height so much that leaves and pine needles were specks to him, and cars were like models. People were pocketable. He reached out with a hesitant, curious hand and nudged at Dean’s elbow. He could still feel the texture of the leather and the creases where Dean bent his arm, but in miniature.
Dean shifted where he sat at the touch, and glanced to the side at his arm. His eyebrows went up at the sight of the huge fingertip brushing against his elbow, able to see every crease of Jacob’s fingerprint without a problem. The fingernail would so thick even a knife would have a hard time cutting in, yet Dean didn’t feel worried at all. He merely shifted away, shrugging the finger off in favor of the dime.
Over to the side, out of the way of the other two, Sam kept quiet and watched the strange interaction between the other two with a fascinated gleam in his eyes. Surreptitiously, he took out his cell phone and powered it up just long enough to snap a picture of the pair, noting briefly the lack of any bars. He grinned at the sight of Dean overshadowed by fingers longer than he was tall, ignoring the ‘threat’ that was close by. Blackmail pictures. Bobby would love to see them.
July 14th excerpt:
Sam spotted the look on Dean’s face, and his white-knuckled grip on the wheel. “Why don’t you turn on some Metallica?” he hissed quietly, remembering something Dean had confided in him long ago. A way to calm down.
Dean scrunched his eyes open to respond and immediately wished he hadn’t as the car lifted off the ground, out of control of either brother. Jacob was now in control, completely.
July 13th excerpt:
When he was ready, Jacob reached hesitantly for the car. Suddenly it looked so small, and it contained the only two people in the world who trusted him at the moment. He felt like some kind of movie monster, reaching for them in their car like that.
Finally, his hands reached the shining black car, settling in next to each bumper. Working slowly, Jacob slid his fingertips underneath the front and rear of the car to lift it up, while trying not to rock it back and forth too much. He concentrated, and eventually the Impala lifted away from the ground with both of his giant hands cradled underneath.
Jacob’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the roof of the car. He paused, and then stood slowly, as carefully as he could. He could only imagine Sam and Dean’s faces right now.
Brothers Apart 