October 14th excerpt:
“Bobby’s around if you need anything,” Dean reminded Sam, reaching forward to briefly brush Sam’s bedhead into a bigger mess, then grinning hugely at the swears he got in return.
Standing, Dean pretended he couldn’t hear any of Sam’s sputtered cusses. “What’s that?” he asked over his shoulder, cupping an ear. “I can’t hear you!”
October 13th excerpt:
Knocking on Sam’s wall, Dean patiently waited for his brother to show his face.
“What?” Sam asked, sleepily shuffling into the light in his socks.
Dean arched an eyebrow at his younger brother. “Gonna work on the car,” he explained. “Think you can hold down the fort for me?”
October 12th excerpt:
In the jar, Logan was behind on working out what was going on. His restless sleep had ended to the loud rumble of the drawer on its track, followed by nauseating motion. It was all he could do to curl up and cover his neck with startled hands as the hard walls of his prison moved about.
October 11th excerpt:
Just an inch or two later, Jacob had to pause as his hands cramped up from clinging so tightly to the string. His knuckles were white from the strain, and he stared at them ruefully. After a second’s break, he tried descending just a little more, hand over hand. When trying to get his grip on the next section of string, he couldn’t hold tightly enough before he slid, no more than a half inch.
It was enough for the friction burn to sting, and Jacob grimaced. “Fuckdammit!”
October 10th excerpt:
“Waitasecond,” Dean said, unintentionally mimicking Jacob’s outcry from earlier on. “There’s no way you’re climbing off the edge of that.”
October 9th excerpt:
Once he was in place, Dean shooed Stan off. “Now got get him so we can get this thing started.”
Stan just barely contained a chuckle to see Dean waving him off from his perch, still working out the boundaries there and not wanting to come off as patronizing. With a cheeky salute, he did as he was told and headed downstairs.
October 8th excerpt:
Gently scooping Dean off his shoulder, Stan gave a small smirk and asked, “Where to, Mr. Winchester?” He didn’t want to assume where Dean would prefer to be to start out.
October 7th excerpt:
“Seriously?” Stan admonished. “This is the impression you’re gonna make?”
Bill blinked, not expecting such a strong reaction from him. “Hey, I… I was only tryin’ to–,”
“Save it, North,” Stan snapped, shutting Bill right up.
October 6th excerpt:
Dean slowly scanned the room around him, spotting his boots as he shoved off the edge of the handkerchief. “Didja sleep good Sammy…” he yawned into his arm. “Sam?”
Looking around, Dean realized something was missing.
October 4th excerpt:
“You go on and eat up now, alright? I’ll fetch you another water and be right back. Sound good?”
Sam nodded numbly, mechanically reaching for another bit of egg. There wasn’t much in him to protest, and he didn’t much want to. His energy was sapped from the outburst of emotion, leaving him to eat the food, more tasteless now that he felt drained. He ate for energy and nutrition instead of enjoyment.
Brothers Apart 