April 11th excerpt:
Screwing on the lid with more effort than he needed, Bobby scowled at the jar. “Better watch that mouth of yours around Dean,” he warned the downsized hunter. “He’s not one to take that kind of thing lying down.”
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April 10th excerpt:
“You reckon I should just let you out then? See what Rumsfeld here makes of ya? ‘Cause I can tell you one thing. He ain’t lookin’ at you like he does Sam.”
April 9th excerpt:
“Are you just going to sit there and eat while your damn dog tries to make a chew toy out of me?!”
April 8th excerpt:
After the thick glass clunked against the table beneath Logan, it didn’t take long to catch up. He pushed himself to his feet in spite of the adrenaline twitching through him, and planted his hands against the wall of glass around him.
There were some spots on it here and there from water droplets left the last time it was washed, but it was clean. It warped the view of the room.
“Hey! Fucking let me out of here!” he demanded, scowling through the dismay. His voice echoed so strangely in that tiny, clear chamber.
April 7th excerpt:
Jacob looked back up at his captor in time to see his gaze turn to the window. Jacob glanced at it too, and noted how the world outside was dimming, thanks to the maturing evening. More importantly, it was on the first floor, and anyone (anyone with enough height on their side) would be able to open it and hop out with ease.
Jacob looked back up at the man who had him suspended over the ground in a hand, and tried to make his voice as commanding as possible. “Don’t even think about it!”
April 6th excerpt:
A distant click at the front door, this time far more solid than the tentative sound of a lockpick, reached his ears. A smile of relief ghosted across Jacob’s face. His mom was home.
April 5th excerpt:
Jacob pushed a shaky hand against the fingertip messing with him, while the other brushed back through his bedraggled hair. His glare was tempered by the worry on his face when he looked up at the guy again. There was nothing familiar about the man, and nothing comforting in the fascinated gleam in those green eyes.
At least if he focused on that billboard-sized, smirking face, he didn’t have to think too hard about how high up he was from the ground. “W-what do you want?!” he demanded, voice still shaky with nerves.
April 4th excerpt:
In Jacob’s memory, very little could top the fearsome sight of a roadblock dropping out of the sky and hiding his goal from view. He almost didn’t scramble to a stop in time to avoid crashing right into the palm of a giant hand, one that came out of nowhere to keep him away from safety. He shuddered in fear even as it moved towards him and forced him to stumble backwards.
April 2nd excerpt:
If there was one thing he knew in all his time hunting, it was that freak medical conditions were almost always supernatural in origin.
Which brought the young twenty-two year old hunter here, to this unassuming room in an unassuming house.
Brothers Apart 