March 13th excerpt:

Dean pulled out of the forest. His stomach grumbled at him, reminding him that none of them had eaten lunch aside from Jacob, who was currently regretting the fact that he had. “I’m gonna run in to the Gas ‘n Sip down the road from the motel,” he announced to the car at large, knowing everyone could hear him fine. “We should pick up some snacks and grab some beers for the night. It might help take the edge off.”

The last time he’d been around, they’d had reheatable meals. He could grab a burger and some fries, probably some apple sticks for the sprite. Something to help cheer Jacob up, maybe…

March 12th excerpt:

Sam settled into the crook of his neck for stability as he started walking, heading carefully out of the village. Bowman swooped ahead of the hunter, waiting as Dean grabbed his duffel bag from the ground. It hadn’t been any use so far, but he could never be too prepared in his line of work. He’d learned to keep whatever weapons he could on hand, especially when he had no idea what they might be facing.

March 11th excerpt:

Bowman waited on the porch, unknowingly mirroring Sam as he leaned over to watch Jacob scoot himself carefully to the pocket. He couldn’t see his friend’s expression clearly, though he could vaguely tell he was concentrating on the task at hand. That was probably good; jumping recklessly from that high, even into a cloth pocket, could really injure the tiny hunter.

Bowman suppressed a shiver. It was beyond weird to think of Jacob as tiny. They needed to get him better as soon as possible, because this was all too strange.

March 10th excerpt:

Once he was upright, Dean held the hand near his face, finally able to see Jacob clearly. “Hey kid,” he whispered. “How you feeling?”

Jacob’s eyes were wide as he stared back. He could see every freckle on Dean’s face, every minor shift of his irises as green eyes the size of Jacob dilated to focus on him. Jacob thought that he could be looking at a face projected on the Times Square coke sign and it would be about this big.

It was a discouraging thought that he needed to be this close for Dean to be able to see him clearly. There was no way for him to be sure exactly how big he was; he was certain the others had a guess as to his current measurement, but he wasn’t going to be asking that anytime soon. It had to be tiny if the simple action of Dean whispering sent a considerable breeze over his body.

March 9th excerpt:

Jacob’s eyes were drawn right back up to Dean, the definite winner of the giant contest here. Jacob could tell he was trying to move slowly to kneel closer, but even those movements were so massive and fast and alarming to watch. It really was like seeing a skyscraper kneel down to greet him. Dean’s knee hit the ground with all the grace and subtlety of an avalanche. The ground shook under Jacob and the other two, but Sam and Bowman didn’t react to the trembles.

March 8th excerpt:

Jacob’s eyes were drawn straight up into a more distant sky. Dean’s face was still framed by the green and gold canopy now a world away. He was over twice as big as he’d been before. Even leaning over, his intense green eyes were higher up than they’d been. Dean was colossal compared to Jacob now, and no amount of time with Sam or Bowman beforehand could have prepared him for the shock. Dean’s very breathing created a gale high above.

March 7th excerpt:

Maybe the thing only worked to make people ‘sprite-sized’ but not anything else. Jacob made a valiant attempt at cautious optimism.

He was not that fortunate.

The approaching footsteps he could feel in the ground hadn’t been Dean’s.

They had been Sam’s.

March 6th excerpt:

Something was wrong.

The moment Sam saw Jacob finish, when they were expecting him to sprout back up to his full height, instead there was a brief wavering over him.

Then he was gone.

March 5th excerpt:

Jacob nodded, still amazed at the volume of Dean’s voice. Just talking casually, and probably at a lower volume than usual, Dean was loud enough that Jacob could almost feel the floor vibrate under his shoes. It was amazing, but a little overwhelming. He knew he’d have to get over that, and soon, but damn. There wasn’t an instruction manual for being small.

March 4th excerpt:

Once he was certain Sam wouldn’t be tossed off if he moved, Dean leaned in to peer into the sprite home through one of the windows. He instantly caught sight of Jacob, standing just barely taller than Bowman. The kid had backed away from the window, giving Dean the chance to see him from head to toe. It was unreal. Jacob was so small that he could barely catch sight of the tiny metallic zipper on the hoodie.

“Didn’t your parents tell you to take your vitamins?” Dean asked, joking to try and push through the complete weird of the situation. “Hey Jacob.”