June 2nd excerpt:
Stan chewed his lower lip, the little guy’s evident fear eating at him. He never wanted to scare Dean, if that was even his real name. He tried offering a small smile in the hopes of reassuring the borrower.
“Let’s getcha out of there,” Stan murmured.
June 1st excerpt:
For some reason, Stan was drawn to the kitchen toward the front of the house. There was a granite island there that was set higher up than the dinner table, seemingly an ideal place for Stan to get acquainted with the person he’d be essentially forcing to live with him.
He set the box almost reverently down on the counter, and he tried his best not to jostle it as he opened it up and tentatively peered inside.
“So, ah. Hi,” Stan greeted lamely.
May 31st excerpt:
It didn’t take long for Stan to grimace; through the door that led to the rest of the house, the muffled barks of Stan’s German Shepherd could be heard. She often got excited when people came home, and he could only imagine how terrifying such a sound would be to Dean, let alone the sight of a relatively enormous dog.
May 30th excerpt:
Dean’s grip tightened on the cardboard, and he rested his head against the wall of the box. The car had rolled to a stop, and above him Stan moved, the shadows outside the slim window shifting around. Dean couldn’t see anything of the guy out his window.
The window to the side showed some of Stan’s designer clothing, the front was only the footwell of the car, and in the back all Dean could make out was the fabric the box was leaning against. He couldn’t even be 100% certain of the box’s position from what little he could make out.
May 29th excerpt:
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Sam said casually as he walked over to the table and dropped his laptop in place.
May 28th excerpt:
“Well, my name’s Sam,” Sam introduced. “Do you have a name?”
Nerves aside, Jacob gathered enough defiance to cross his arms. Closed to conversation, he wasn’t going to treat this as anything but what it was. Sam might have captured Jacob for a stupid mistake, but he wasn’t going to get to anyone else. Jacob took a steadying breath to try to hide his nerves under a giant’s gaze.
“Holding out on me?“ Sam was undeterred by the setback. "Guess that means we’ll be doing this the hard way. Your loss.”
May 27th excerpt:
Out in the open, the tiny person looked even younger in Sam’s hands. It was almost heartbreaking to see how defenseless he was. Offering a gentle smile, Sam offered a “Hey,” hoping to get off to a better start.
May 26th excerpt:
Jacob was like a firefly caught by a kid. Except this guy was not a kid, and was dangerous in all his own ways. Jacob wasn’t even sure how high off the ground he was by now, but judging by how tall the guy was, it could be several stories up.
May 25th excerpt:
Peering under the dresser where the kid had been heading, Sam scanned the floor for signs of anyone else nearby. His sharp hazel eyes couldn’t make out much among the darkness and dustbunnies, so he resolved to do a better search later. After he’d figured out what was up with this tiny kid.
Using his elbows for balance, Sam pushed himself up to a kneeling position, staring at his cupped fists.
May 24th excerpt:
Dean ignored the little squirms in his hand, much like he’d do if he was checking Sam for any broken bones just after a fall. “See?” he said softly to the kid as he worked his way over each rib and brushed against the skinny bare arms. “Nothin’ to it.” He searched those tiny eyes for any signs of pain and found none.
Sam slapped on some grape jelly to his sandwich and but both slices of bread together, eagerly biting down. “Isf hee okayff?” he asked, mouth full.
Brothers Apart 