June 24th excerpt:
Picking up his sandwich, Dean glanced at Oscar. “Do you know if anyone else is around? Your size?” he asked before biting into the bread, giving talking with the kid another go.
Oscar, still standing up on the book, almost felt like he was on display. Especially with a question like that hanging in the air. Expectant looks fixed on him and all but froze him in place with a dilemma.
June 23rd excerpt:
Oscar scanned the table from his new, surprised perch on the book. His eyes were wide and he clung to the mini-sandwich like it might disappear if he didn’t. Food containers towered over him, and they’d make decent hiding places if he could hop down and scurry behind them in time.
The only reason he didn’t try was sitting just a few feet away, holding onto a much larger version of the sandwich in his hands. Oscar eyed Sam, but when the kid didn’t reach for him he ducked his head to nibble at his food.
It was so good, his tears nearly made a comeback.
June 22nd excerpt:
Dean shook his head ruefully, unable to resist reaching over to pluck the kid up, sitting him down on the book instead of huddling next to it. It happened so quickly that the little guy hardly had time to kick his tiny legs in alarm. “Sit,” Dean said dryly, pushing the mini-sandwich into his arms. “And eat. Sam, if he’s thirsty give him some water. He looks like he hasn’t eaten for a few days.”
June 19th excerpt:
Placing his hand carefully against the table, Dean beckoned to Sam. “Gimme some of that sandwich,” he commanded.
Sam stuck his lip out but didn’t argue. “Kay,” he said, pinching off a corner.
Dean took it, flattening the bread between two fingers. “How ‘bout you get some rest and eat up?” he offered the kid, motioning with his head to the books he might be able to sit on. “Take it easy while we figure this out.”
June 18th excerpt:
Dean scooped up Stan and the plate in one hand, balancing the apple pie on the tips of his fingers, and snagged the laptop with his other hand. The laptop got plopped at the foot of Dean’s bed, quickly followed by the pie and then Stan, and Dean stretched out on his stomach so he could see the screen close up.
June 17th excerpt:
Dean sent him a flat look, then rotated the computer around. “Well? Not a bad idea, right?”
On the screen, with three children climbing out of a raised floorboard, bare feet on either side, was The Borrowers.
Sam’s eyebrows went up. “Okay, not such a bad idea,” he admitted.
June 16th excerpt:
Stan hopped to his feet when the humans started moving about, and did his best to keep back and out of their way until things fell relatively still. Then he crept curiously closer to Dean and the laptop, wondering about his plan as much as Sam.
“Is a… movie like a TV show?” he ventured to ask, still getting the hang of human things and how they worked. He could only imagine it was similar, since he’d heard the brothers mention movies before, and the laptop wasn’t so dissimilar to the television. The biggest difference was the computer had more options for functions, and the TV was limited to entertainment media as far as he could tell.
June 15th excerpt:
“Can’t have my favorite morsel starving himself to death,” Dean mused to himself, reaching one long arm behind him to a tin Bobby had on the counter top. Inside was an assortment of chips, crackers and pretzels, all good snacks to eat when too busy to sit down and really enjoy a meal. Mostly used for straight-up energy by Bobby or any visitors than any flavor the snacks might offer.
Pulling out a pretzel, Dean flicked it at Logan. “Eat up,” he commanded.
June 14th excerpt:
What Sam and Bobby didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. Dean could hear them in the distance, likely upstairs using the bathroom to try and rid the blood spots from Sam’s jacket.
June 13th excerpt:
“So, bite-size’s choice. Hand or ground?” Dean arched an eyebrow, playfully wiggling his fingers just in Logan’s line of sight.
Brothers Apart 