April 1st excerpt:
Jacob rolled his shoulders and stood at the edge of the shadow under the dresser. The duffel bag hadn’t even been closed. If this wasn’t his perfect opportunity for an easy raid, he’d never get one.
Just a quick look. Then I’ll go.
March 31st excerpt:
Getting ahead of himself, Jacob wondered what the guy might have hidden away in that bag. It had been a while since he’d had trail mix.
March 30th excerpt:
Taking his time, Dean made his way up through the walls until he found one of the overhead vents that lead to the room in question. Leaning over it, he cautiously put each hand on the slots, pushing it far enough open that he could see out, but hopefully no one could see in.
There was some keys tossed on the nightstand, and a shadow that passed by the vent, its owner out of sight. Dean’s eyes tracked the hulking shadow, enough to eclipse him and everyone he knew at the motel without a problem.
March 29th excerpt:
Unable to reach the edge of the palm before it rose, Dean found himself curling into a ball around Sam as the ground dropped away. Then stopped. Pulse pounding, Dean blinked his eyes open in confusion as the hand paused in place.
Done with arguing with the giant, Dean shifted towards the edge of his hand, intent on getting down and getting away.
March 28th excerpt:
Dean pushed himself back from John with his free hand, trying to inch backwards from the man and put some space between them. That is, until he ran up against the hand cupped behind and flinched away again.
“We don’t want your help,” Dean protested, clinging to Sam. “People can’t be trusted, what makes you any different?”
March 27th excerpt:
Dean was incensed past any rational anger, heating his face up as he turned it on his only target. “Why do you even care?!” he shouted up at John. “It’s not like it matters where we’re from!”
March 26th excerpt:
The cheerful greeting of “Afternoon, sir! ” on the other end unmistakably belonged to Agent Stan Baker.
“What do you want?” Sherlock sighed.
March 25th excerpt:
Flipping the cards back into one pile, Dean held them close to his hand so Stan could get a better look. “With these, we can get into what we need, and they don’t find out who we are, so they can’t arrest us. It’s really a win-win situation, whatever the cops say. We don’t get our asses in jail, they get the monsters they don’t believe in killed off.”
“Ohh, okay,” Stan nodded in understanding. Humans were huge and couldn’t be quite that stealthy. Even Stan couldn’t on his own, his lack of training and red hair a dead giveaway without a spell hiding him.
“So, it’s like a glamour spell, but without the magic,” Stan inferred aloud, managing to put it in a way that made it relatable to his experience.
March 24th excerpt:
After a moment of thought, Dean reached up and tapped the back of his neck close to Stan. “If someone sees you or you need me for anything, just give me a punch,” he advised. “I can find a corner to talk.”
Stan blinked at the finger above his head, wide-eyed at the notion of hitting Dean. He’d never ever struck a human for any reason, and could hardly believe he was being asked to. He didn’t even know if the human would feel it if he tried.
March 23rd excerpt:
He’d broken the rules this time. He’d broken the rules.
Brothers Apart 