September 20th excerpt:
Sam brushed his hand along the wallpaper until he found where the edge sealed to the wall. A corner was curling up from the floor, a handprint clearly visible to Sam’s dark-trained eyes. Dean. So he had found his way into the wall. Hopefully this meant he didn’t know how much Sam had told the others. Dean didn’t need anything else weighing down his shoulders. There was only so much one person could take before collapsing.
September 19th excerpt:
Dean cut off mid-sentence, his entire body stiffening. Scenes that had played out months ago ran through his mind, reminding him of the time his size had been turned on him, shoved in his face over and over again.
You already know I’m under four inches tall, what more do you need? I know I’m the shortest one here, isn’t that enough?!
September 18th excerpt:
Jacob stepped towards the desk, and his movements were heralded by creaking in the wood floors. When he knelt, his occupied hand moved closer to his chest to avoid sending Dean toppling, and then the other planted on the floor while he tilted his head to get a better angle on the cabinet. “What do ya think, Sam, worth checking out?”
Sam couldn’t quite hide a smile at that, turning the question right around on Jacob with expert practice from years of handling Dean. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell us?”
Jacob let out a quiet scoff of a laugh, caught off guard by the quick remark from Sam. Usually it was Dean throwing sass his way, though he couldn’t say he didn’t open himself up for it. He slid his hand along the floor and underneath the cabinet. His knuckles bumped against the bottom of the thing.
September 17th excerpt:
“They usually focus on people with some kind of weakness,” Sam supplied helpfully. “Only the stronger demons can possess anyone.”
“For all we know it could be one of those stronger demons,” Dean complained, brushing his hand over the journal sitting on his lap for reassurance. “Anyone’s at risk until this case is over.”
“You think it could possess one of us?” Sam asked, his eyebrows climbing his face.
Dean shrugged. “If it does,” he said pointedly, “you guys know what to do. Don’t hesitate.”
September 16th excerpt:
“Te rogamus. Adios! ”
“It’s adinos,” came a wry correction from the left.
Dean rolled his eyes with an utterly put-upon sigh. “Te rogamus. Adinos! ” he repeated.
“Okay, now from the top.”
September 15th excerpt:
My husband’s acting like a stranger!
Sam kicked Dean in the side to get his attention, then gestured up at the article when he elicited the desired glare. Dean glanced ruefully up at the screen, then his eyes widened as he started to follow along with Sam’s train of thought. Certain sentences in the article stood out like spotlights to a hunter-trained mindset.
Overnight, my husband’s like a completely different man…
No resemblance to the man I married except for his looks…
September 14th excerpt:
Dean brushed a hand over Jacob’s glass of water, gathering some of the condensation to clean his hands with. To his satisfaction, he was slightly taller than the salt and pepper shakers. Some days it felt like everything was taller than he was.
September 13th excerpt:
Dean found himself glancing around the diner, going so far as to lean around the menu so he could see the full layout of the restaurant. It was his first time in one since being cursed, and there was a huge change from what he remembered in his childhood.
Simple tables and chairs had transformed to looming structures he or Sam would have to scale up to reach. The faint murmur of voices was louder, and if there were more people around could change to a thunderous roar. Footsteps became earthquakes, and Dean glanced down at the scuffed table under his boots, knowing he would notice anyone walking around that way instantly. The problem was, people meandered back and forth from their tables to the bathroom and to the kitchen, so it was hard to know if people were coming their way.
That didn’t stop Dean from being enamored of the diner, glad to finally revisit another part of his childhood he’d missed for years. Because of this, Sam ended up physically dragging him over to the laptop and breaking his trance.
“What’s the big idea?” Dean griped, tugging his arm free.
September 12th excerpt:
Just like he guessed, they reached a smaller town in around an hour. Green lawns and white picket fences decorated the yards of tidy little houses. It was the kind of town where everyone knew right away who was passing through, and if Jacob didn’t already stand out, he definitely did while he was filling up the Impala’s tank. The gas station attendant raised an eyebrow at him when he bought a copy of the local paper.
You don’t know the half of it, dude, he thought, thinking of the people hidden away in his shirt pockets that very instant.
It was just his luck that they had all spotted a diner on the way in. He had a hard time arguing with Sam and Dean when a place like that sported a sign advertising Free Wi-Fi and best burgers in the county!
September 11th excerpt:
“Just warn me before you plan any expeditions,” Jacob chimed in. He pictured one of the brothers starting a determined climb using his hair to hang on. If he didn’t see it coming, he might twitch from having hair yanked out, and then most likely griped at for moving. It was just one more thing about being a living taxicab.
Brothers Apart 