October 10th excerpt:
“In fact,” Dean said, hitching up his leather duffel bag and starting to lead the way back to the home they shared, “I think we’ve earned a snack tonight. None of this ‘crumbs’ business. They won’t miss one cookie.”
"Biscuit,” Sam corrected by habit. He’d learned the local slang faster than Dean after their abrupt relocation to England.
“Whatever.”
October 9th excerpt:
Dean balanced the huge pen he was holding, pointing it at the words under their boots. Sam steadied him and helped him draw a circle. If the human glanced at this part of the paper, he’d see a clue he missed. Maybe, in their own way, they could help save some people. Just like their father had raised them to do.
After finishing off the circle, Dean let the pen drop. “Right,” he muttered, glancing around the room with a keen eye. “Let’s just see if there’s any crumbs around then head back. We did what we could.”
October 8th excerpt:
The EMF reader didn’t give him a breath to wait for an answer before it flared to life, its red lights glowing brightly. There was a telltale wobble in a bedframe leaned against the wall, before it tilted away from its position, with no warning other than the creak of cheap old metal.
“Whoa!”
Dean leapt to the side, barely sidestepping out of the way of the heavy furniture. Mere moments ago, it was as stable as anything in the room. Now, it slammed into the ground with a heavy knock.
He hit the ground a foot away, going straight to a crouch. “Sam? Jacob?”
October 7th excerpt:
Oscar watched as Jacob followed suit, standing easily on Dean’s hand. With the three of them all waiting on him, he took some hasty steps forward, but stopped when Dean’s fingertips were right in front of him. Those digits were bigger than he was. Sometimes it was incredible to think that humans could be so big. Then he had to remember that he and people like him were the odd ones. Dean, though he seemed to be kind of huge even for a human, was the normal one in the room.
Oscar took a short, deep breath, hoping the exhale carried some of his trepidation with it. He stepped carefully onto the hand and immediately paused, feeling the skin beneath his shoes in one of the strangest textures he’d ever stood on. The calluses were thick enough that he hardly had any impact on them.
October 6th excerpt:
“Nothing hinky. No hexbags, no sulfur. What the hell is going on in this motel?” He absently grabbed a breadstick, dipping it into the warm marinara sauce.
“Save some for the rest of us,” Sam shot up from the side, his own torn off piece of bread in hand. Once Dean’s huge breadstick had cleared the small cup, he took advantage and dipped it in the warm sauce.
“And no double dipping!” Dean shot right back, not missing a beat.
October 5th excerpt:
“Um. My name isn’t Oz,” he began, wondering if maybe Dean misheard him. “It’s Oscar.”
October 4th excerpt:
“No harm done, man,” Jacob assured him with an encouraging smile. “Dean’s beauty sleep only goes so far anyway.” His grin widened when the little guy looked up at him with wide eyes, looking almost surprised that Jacob would tease a human so boldly. He supposed, in retrospect, it was pretty brave of him, considering the size difference. But Dean could be trusted, and Jacob wanted to make sure this stranger knew it.
Dean made a face at Jacob’s back by instinct before he could stop himself.
October 3rd excerpt:
The uncertainty finally drew a desperate cry from his lips. “P-please, let me go! Please, I’m sorry!”
October 2nd excerpt:
Despite the tension between the others, Sam burst out into a grin. “You’re our size!” he blurted in surprise. He was thrilled to know that there were others like them out in the world, and they weren’t just in Haven.
Oscar wasn’t aware that his eyes could get even wider. But the other person approached and they definitely did. He glanced back and forth between the pair. This second guy, with longer hair, was a whole four inches tall. The one with the hooded jacket wasn’t far behind, either. These guys were enormous.
Am I? Am I your size?! he wanted to say. But Oscar’s hands were still clamped firmly over his mouth to prevent any noises of alarm from escaping him. This was exactly the last thing he wanted to happen.
October 1st excerpt:
Oh crap, Oscar thought, practically holding his breath. If he heard correctly, they were going to come searching for people in the walls … did that human have them bringing people out that he could also capture? Oscar sidled along the nightstand and slipped behind it, hoping they’d go do their exploring of the room while he found his way to an exit and got the hell out of dodge.
He shouldn’t have come back to the room. Oscar’s curiosity had drawn him back like a moth to flame. He’d already wrapped up a handful of salt from one of the piles left by the human in a scrap of cloth. Salt was good for all kinds of things, and they’d just left it lying around like weirdos.
Brothers Apart 