February 1st excerpt:

Leaves crunched under Dean’s boots far below, and moths or butterflies occasionally took flight to escape the path. After three years living in the safe confines of the walls, where everything was still and the air had long since grown stale, it was a stark contrast. Everything in the forest was so alive, and Jacob almost felt like the trees themselves were paying them curious attention.

The scene might be familiar to Jacob, but he was beyond recognition to anyone who’d known him before. He had a new family to rely on and his friends were a memory.

Far ahead, motion caught his eye and he lightly slapped Sam’s arm with the back of his hand. Pointing, he muttered, “See the deer over there? Way ahead in the trees.”

January 31st excerpt:

“Trail mix, jerky … a gas station would have pretty good options,” Jacob mused.

“Granola bars!” Sam chimed in, his ears only slightly aflame when Dean peered down at him.

Dean chose not to comment on Sam’s sudden burst of shyness, recognizing it for what it was. Sam was trying not to ask for something for himself, afraid of the fact that he couldn’t finish it by himself, or that he couldn’t help Dean buy it. Instead, he nodded. “I think we can manage that,” he said with a slight smile as he pulled the Impala out of her parking spot, leaving the motel room without its guardian now that they were all in the car.

January 30th excerpt:

“Fairies in the forest, no friggin’ way…” Dean read off the screen.

“No crazier than finding miniature brothers in your motel room, right?” Sam countered with a grin.

Dean rolled his eyes and brushed Sam’s hair into a mess with a finger. “Right, shorty. Finding you two was about the craziest thing that could happen to me.”

January 29th excerpt:

With that out of the way, Dean seemed to be starting to come around. His legs shifted in place, slowly stretching each muscle like a cat might. His eyelids fluttered, and a groan filled the air around Jacob and Sam.

Compared to them, Dean was big

January 28th excerpt:

Jacob paused out of respect for Dean’s sheer size. His face was half buried in a pillow, as was his usual, but the sound of his breaths was loudest from where they stood. He was almost twenty times their size, and it was not a difference to take lightly.

After a moment of indecision, Jacob looked to Sam and held up his hands, one flat with the palm up and the other in a fist over it. “Loser wakes the giant?” he asked, his voice so low almost no sound came out.

“Loser has to jump over to the bed to wake the giant,” Sam countered, a smirk growing on his face.

January 13th excerpt:

“You know,” Sam said, getting one last thought that made him smile, “if you’re the only one that knows camping, you’ll be in charge.”

“Ha,” Jacob scoffed, a grin on his face. He turned onto his side and pulled his own section of the shirt over himself for a blanket. “That’ll be something,” he replied. Jacob, the youngest of the three, in charge.

January 12th excerpt:

John stiffened when Dean started climbing on him. That was a new one, and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment while Dean ran across his thigh, seemingly intent on getting up on his own.

January 11th excerpt:

Mark cried out in alarm as the hook sank its tooth in inches from where he was crouched. A second later, he felt the air shift behind him, and he whirled around to find the human peering at him through the gap in the chair.

January 10th excerpt:

Sherlock leaned in as Dean moved away, shifting to his knees and propping a hand on the dirty floor for stability. He was trying to emulate Dean’s line of sight as closely as he could, and puzzle out just what his small companion thought he saw down there.

A small amount of odd discoloration in the dirt along the wall had just caught his eye as Dean looked over his shoulder in annoyance. “Do you have to hover?” he griped up at Sherlock, jerking his head at his shadowed path.

Sherlock’s brow furrowed, looking more than a little offended by the complaint. While he could see he was casting a shadow over Dean, the detective gave a small huff as he pushed himself to his feet. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he side-stepped out of the way of the light, letting it wash over Dean and his goal, and leaned a shoulder against the nearby wall. He gave a flat look and a shrug, as if to say That enough space for you?

January 9th excerpt:

Dean jabbed Sherlock in the neck. “Give me a hand,” he asked, hoping to avoid the trial of climbing down a human.

Sherlock blinked at the tiny pokes from the man on his shoulder, promptly lifting a hand for Dean to climb onto. Stan’s brow lifted a fraction as he watched the strange pair with unveiled curiosity. The action was so simple, yet it reminded Stan of just how small Dean Winchester actually was. Nearly all of Sherlock’s fingers outsized him, and somehow he could walk onto that hand seemingly without trepidation. Stan had to admire the amount of bravery that must take, entrusting someone so large with your fate.

“Where to?” Sherlock muttered, feeling rather like a taxi. A human taxi for a very small man. His eyes darted around the room, trying to follow Dean’s gaze in case he found something important.