October 13th excerpt:
Knocking on Sam’s wall, Dean patiently waited for his brother to show his face.
“What?” Sam asked, sleepily shuffling into the light in his socks.
Dean arched an eyebrow at his younger brother. “Gonna work on the car,” he explained. “Think you can hold down the fort for me?”
October 7th excerpt:
Sam directed Jacob on where to lower him down, pointing out the ground directly next to the rear driver’s side tire. That would put him closest to his panic room entrance and shorten the journey.
From down on the ground next to the tire, Sam saw a rare perspective of the Impala– his home. She loomed overhead, all shadows underneath and chrome overhead throwing the sunlight back at Jacob. It could have been an intimidating scene, the ceiling over Sam’s head a confusing landscape of car parts that only Dean knew how to navigate, but instead Sam felt safe here. The Impala was as much his as it was Dean’s, as Dean would insist whenever he was working on her.
Sam turned back to Jacob. “I’m going to open the door on the driver’s side to let you in, okay?” he said seriously. “It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll get there.”
May 14th excerpt:
The creak of a car door opening, so familiar in his not-so-distant memory, made Jacob freeze. He clung desperately to the weave of the fabric around him as Dean’s body shifted and angled with the motions of getting into a car. Jacob had never imagined he’d learn what that felt like to pocket change. He flinched at the sound of the door slamming closed again, and the silence afterwards closed in around him.
“D-Dean, please,” Jacob blurted, trying again to stand in the pocket now that only Dean’s breathing and heartbeat disturbed it. He was mostly successful, by clinging to the fabric and twining his fingers between the threads.
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.”
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.
Brothers Apart 