February 5th excerpt:
“Havin’ fun with that book?” Dean snarked as he got back into the car to pull it around to their room.
Sam rolled his eyes. “The more we know, the better off we are.” He didn’t look at Dean, but he already knew… “Did you get her number?”
February 4th excerpt:
Once Stan got a feel for the pitch and sway of Sam’s gait, he reached down and plucked a small, slightly sticky lump that he recognized the smell of more than anything. His stomach gave an excited grumble at the reminder of the crumb of soft granola he’d been offered earlier and couldn’t finish. Mouth watering, Stan took a big munch out of the granola lump. Never in his life had there ever been food readily on hand, and the entire idea excited Stan deeply.
January 24th excerpt:
The drive continued with Sam and Dean unaware that Stan had overheard their conversation.
January 23rd excerpt:
Sam didn’t notice at first that Stan had vanished from the top of the pocket, so intrigued by the story in the book was he. It wasn’t until he’d reached well over halfway that he glanced down to find Stan gone.
Concerned, Sam nudged open the flap of his pocket to see inside, spotting Stan in his ragged clothing curled up inside, fast asleep. The amount of trust invested in them by the little guy hit Sam all at once. Stan had no control over what happened to him, yet he was slumbering peacefully away, his face relaxed.
January 22nd excerpt:
Sam had a bonafide borrower tucked in his pocket, and had no idea what they were going to do about it.
January 20th excerpt:
“Can I go back down now?” With the book tucked away and Sam dealing with the others, planning to meet back up with Dean in five minutes, Stan figured he ought to be hidden in the pocket once again. However, he didn’t want to just drop out if Sam expected to continue the conversation at all.
“Uh, sure,” Sam said, distracted and vaguely surprised by the question. “You don’t need to ask.”
January 19th excerpt:
Glancing surreptitiously around the corner of the library he’d squirreled himself away in, Sam flicked his wrist, snapping his knife into his hand. With a quick motion, he flipped it open and pried off the little plastic strip that would set off the alarms in the library, securing it to a book on fae he had placed to the side. When he left, a certain book would be coming with him, their best lead so far on Stan’s past. A children’s book.
Stan gave a small start as a knife suddenly appeared in Sam’s hand, with a blade longer than he was tall. That was the last thing he expected to happen, but he reminded himself that he was with hunters now. Though he didn’t know their ways just yet, Stan had a pretty good idea of their love of weapons. His glimpse into the trunk the night before had been proof enough of that.
January 18th excerpt:
Remembering Stan’s slight accent, British but leaning towards a more Irish lilt, Sam called up records from the British Isles, looking to see if any Stan Bakers lived over there, or any kids had gone missing years back.
Nothing.
Sam briefly substituted Stanely for Stan, but the results were equally disappointing.
January 17th excerpt:
“Hello, dear,” the woman greeted. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I, uh,” Sam pulled out a scrap of paper he’d scribbled on the night before with a few ideas for books. “I’m looking for books on witchcraft and curses for a paper I’m working on,” and there goes any chances of coming off as normal, he rued, “and then if you have anything on… tiny people?”
The woman arched an eyebrow at the books. “You mean like The Borrowers? ”
January 16th excerpt:
Light flooded into the pocket from above. A large finger pulled the flap out of the way, letting Sam peer into the depths of the pocket, the edges of his one visible hazel eye crinkling in concern. The pupil dilated, focusing down on Stan.
“You okay?” came Sam’s voice, this time vibrating out of the very wall next to Stan’s seat.
Brothers Apart 