May 1st excerpt:
Trying to get a reaction, Sam lightly nudged the kid in the side, hoping to coax him out of his ball. “C’mon, you can’t stay like that forever,” Sam insisted.
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April 30th excerpt:
Oscar was so dizzy from leaving the floor behind so fast that he almost didn’t realize what had caused it. With the words echoing so close to where he sat now, it clicked. He’d been picked up, plucked right off the floor. The hands cupped under him weren’t as massive as they would be if the human was fully grown, but that hardly mattered. Oscar’s weight offered no resistance at all.
He almost shrank away from the fingertip brushing his arm, but then I didn’ wan’ you running away echoed in his head in time with his desperate gasps. He was good and caught now. If he tried to run, he’d just be caught again.
April 29th excerpt:
When light flooded into the small space again, Oscar squeaked in alarm and tried to push himself back without keeping his balance. He flopped backwards before righting himself and scooting away, one hand up to guard against the light.
He bumped into the other side of his erstwhile prison and flinched away from the fingers. A cry rose in his throat and he looked back and forth for some other way out of this mess.
He found none, and finally covered his face with his hands. The tears came in a tide along with a choked wail of fear.
“Oh no!”
April 28th excerpt:
“How was research?” Stan wondered, just as excited to hear about Sam’s day in as he was to partake in the spoils of his day out with Dean. Such interesting and enticing smells wafted from the mountainous paper bag, not to mention the pie. The last thing he would ever complain about was the way Sam and Dean fed him.
April 27th excerpt:
It was to no one’s surprise that Sam was still hunched over his books when they returned, not only pie but an order of Chinese food in hand. Dean shook his head as he set the huge brown paper bag down on the table, covering up half of Sam’s work.
“Hey!” Sam said, startled out of his train of thought. “I was–”
“Going to take a break,” Dean interrupted, putting the pie down next to the bag. “You ain’t doing us any good if you work yourself into the ground.”
April 26th excerpt:
Against his judgement, Stan leaned out from his corner a little to survey as much of the area his limited window revealed. While the interior wasn’t anything like he remembered, he recognized the basic elements. Like the case full of pies that Dean was inspecting. It was so odd, seeing pastries that always looked to huge and untouchable in his few memories, but from the human’s perspective.
As if Stan hadn’t already been salivating from the smells alone. They looked all the more appetizing from Dean’s angle.
March 25th excerpt:
“Last stop,” he said, parking along the street near their final destination before returning to the room to see what Sam had made of his day. “I think this one you’ll like.”
As Dean stood out of the car, the smells that came from the building they were in front of made it clear where they were. The scent of freshly baked cookies and pies permeated the air, and Dean took a deep breath. “Best place on earth.”
April 24th excerpt:
Sam looked back to find that the tiny kid he’d discovered running for hiding, and his hunting instincts kicked into high gear.
The kid might look small, and might be harmless, but as John Winchester had told Sam a thousand times, might meant nothing if someone got killed over it. If Sam couldn’t find out for sure this kid was harmless, he needed to treat him as a possible threat. And that meant he couldn’t let him vanish into hiding and possibly lose track of him.
April 23rd excerpt:
With a wince, Sam scooted his boot close to his duffel bag. “Please nothing jump out, please nothing jump out…” he said under his breath, pulling his gun out and holding it clasped between his hands, ready to shoot if something did leap out, and hoping it wasn’t something stupid like a spider.
Pushing his boot under the edge of the duffel bag, Sam flipped it away to reveal what was hiding in the corner.
April 22nd excerpt:
In a rage, Dean stormed out of the corner, unable to contain himself any longer. He grabbed the stupid silver bell and whipped it through the air, slamming against the glass to bounce harmlessly off. “Son of a bitch! ”
Brothers Apart 