August 24th excerpt:
Jacob shifted his leg away from Dean’s poking, trying to pull himself further up in Dean’s grasp. The fist was too tight around him to maneuver much, though he still wasn’t squeezed. Dean miraculously knew to hold back even now.
“Don’t make me lose my shoe,” he warned. He was unsettlingly close to Dean’s face, so close he could see his reflection in the relaxed eyes. If he wanted, he might be able to give the human a swift kick to the nose. “I’ve only got the two.”
August 23rd excerpt:
“Nothing’s your fault, ‘cause I’m fine.”
Curling his fist closer around Jacob, Dean lifted up the kid so he could get his first good look at him since getting home. “How’m I supposed to know that though?” he griped, squinting his eyes so he could see Jacob clearly.
Easier said than done. The whiskey from the bar had blurred Dean’s vision to the point where Jacob’s tiny, delicate features hard to see. Dean nudged one of the boots that dangled from the bottom of his hand, touching the leg to see if it was hurt.
August 22nd excerpt:
Jacob hadn’t expected it out of Dean after earlier. He’d half expected to receive the cold shoulder, or at most a noncommittal acknowledgement that he existed.
This was definitely not the cold shoulder.
Dean’s hands were warm and his pulse heavy, both things Jacob noticed right away. The grasp around him wasn’t tight, but it didn’t seem as controlled as usual. The smell of a bar clinging to the skin of each hand added to it. Jacob squirmed enough to pull his arms free and loop them over Dean’s knuckles, ready to hang on if things became bumpy.
August 17th excerpt:
Dean scowled. “Why does everyone think I’ll hurt him?” he growled, yanking his arm out of the grip. “He’s in the room!”
“Where the hell do you think you’re go–“
“Out!”
August 16th excerpt:
“Dean, wait! ” Jacob cried, lifting one hand as if he might halt the towering human himself. His eyes were wide and his heart pounded, residual from the sharp reaction he’d gotten. Dean’s walls had slammed down like a ton of bricks, quickly enough to almost cause whiplash.
Jacob hadn’t given him the time he needed to cool off. He suddenly doubted any amount of time was enough.
“Please, you gotta listen to me,” he yelled, trying to ensure Dean could hear his tiny voice from his full height. Normally, Jacob would want to back off, but this was too important.
August 15th excerpt:
Jacob didn’t get a sound out before Dean’s fist slammed into the table, not even six inches away.
The surface bounced beneath his boots and the sound rang even more ominously than the humans’ voices. Jacob stumbled backwards with his wide eyes fixed on that fist. It would have left nothing of him if it landed on his body.
August 14th excerpt:
“But– but–” Dean could barely pull himself together to think things through. “How do you even–”
August 13th excerpt:
Worn wood stretched out beneath his boots. Jacob found one scratch in the table that he shuffled one foot over once, twice, while his cheeks heated up. He almost felt scolded by that blue eyed gaze.
The first day traveling with Dean came back to him, one of the scariest days in his life. After spending an entire night trapped under a vase, Jacob had been grabbed up and dropped in a pocket, trapped while Dean took him away. He had lied to protect his family, and gotten himself more or less adopted because of it.
August 12th excerpt:
It was little wonder Dean hadn’t asked about the idea ahead of time. Jacob never would have agreed to this. Even if Dean went along with it anyway.
Now, he was going to come out of that pocket no matter what. He’d never been able to avoid being picked up when Dean was determined, and he knew this would be no different. Even so, Jacob shrank away from Dean’s hand in one jerky motion, startled. One boot lifted up and he kicked at Dean’s knuckle pointedly, wishing he could divert what was happening.
“Hey!” Dean hissed. “Chill already, you’re fine! ”
August 11th excerpt:
“No, nothing like that!” Dean defended. “It’s– it’s a little hard to explain. I’ll have to show you.”
Hidden away, Jacob frowned. Show? Suddenly, a sinking feeling settled into his stomach. He clung to the pocket fibers even tighter after the swaying from Dean stepping to the side all of a sudden, and he huddled further down into the pocket.
Brothers Apart 