August 11th excerpt:

The prisoner finally looked to Dean, the only one who he had a mite of respect for, if only because of his fighting skill. He still regarded the other hunter like he was garbage in the gutter. “I see the little vermin have you both good and trained,” he spat.

Dean coolly arched an eyebrow at Logan. “Trained?” He glanced down at Sam, sitting calmly on a shoulder, then back at Logan. “He can’t be talking about me, can he?”

Sam wrinkled his nose. “He wouldn’t say that if he ever saw the socks you leave in the sink,” he complained loudly, not showing any of the pain that he still felt in his arm. “I mean, really. Who leaves socks in the sink, of all places?”

August 10th excerpt:

With that settled, Dean knelt down next to Jacob. “Alright pint-size, c’mon,” he said, gesturing. “We’ve got to fix up the Sasquatch before he gets himself into any more trouble.”

Sam stepped onto his outstretched hand, resigned to being checked over for injuries before anything else, and indeed, the first thing that happened was he was lifted up in front of the intense green eyes.

August 9th excerpt: 

The whirlwind of green came to an abrupt halt as soon as Logan hit the ground. Knights hovered in the air where they’d stopped, watching with some alarm as Dean took the advantage and held it. Many had already moved to the fringe of the formation after running out of darts, and some were backing away from the sight. 

Dean was vicious. Anyone would have a healthy respect for that look on his face.

Of course, respect or not, Bowman could see that Logan was knocked out, or close enough to it. But Dean kept right on hitting him, pent up rage fueling every powerful strike. A single blow like that would shatter a sprite and Logan had taken far more than just one.

August 8th excerpt:

Within seconds Bowman vanished into the storm of sprites sweeping around the colossal figures of Logan and Dean, some occasionally leaving scratches on the former with their swords as they supported the latter.

August 7th excerpt:

Dean raised up his arm, holding himself at the ready. “Scar, move,” he snapped out a command, used to being in charge. “That’s my brother out there, and he needs my help!” All he could see in his mind’s eye was Sam, covered in blood. Sam, crushed in a fist.

Dean, too far away to help.

Scar’s dark green eyes flickered to the hand that lifted up a sharp knife ready to slice into its enemy. Whatever intimidation he might have felt didn’t make it to his face. He flew a little closer, resolutely staying in Dean’s way. Even knowing Dean could swipe him out of the air at any given second, Scar held his stance.

“Your brother is alive, and Bowman is alive,” Scar hissed back.

He hated having his back turned on the enemy, but right now his biggest asset was also his biggest problem. “If you want to keep them that way then you will listen to me, human.”

August 6th excerpt:

He opened up a pocket on his shirt. Flipping his grip so he dangled the little guy by his trapped legs over the cloth enclosure, he gave him one last dismissive statement.

“I’ll deal with you later.”

He dropped Sam into his pocket and fastened it shut.

August 5th excerpt:

“Goddammit! ” Dean cursed at the sight of Jacob and Sam both bloodied. It was over with so fast, he’d barely realized what was happening before the man was slicing down on Jacob’s arm.

Where Sam was.

Forgetting about the sprites and the plan to lie low until Bowman and Jacob were free, Dean yanked out his own knife, the matching brother to Sam’s, ready to charge in.

Sam.

August 4th excerpt:

A snare. It was a trap that, when Logan set it, would remain hidden amongst the foliage. When something wandered into it (a sprite included), it would tangle around them mercilessly, only tightening the more they struggled. The only way out would be cutting the wires away from them, and Bowman had a feeling Logan wouldn’t be kind in the process if he caught someone.

“Making art projects, I see,” Bowman snapped. “I’ve seen better.”

The cage rattled roughly as Logan gripped one end in a huge hand and tilted it sharply so that Bowman fell to one side in a heap. “You cheeky little shit. Do you know what this is?” he taunted, his hand still gripping the cage, hovering menacingly over Bowman.

August 3rd excerpt:

Wary of standing on any unaware human, Sam chose to climb Jacob first to give him a heads up. The thick hoodie fabric made it an easy climb.

Sam sprang up. “Jacob,” he hissed. He was close enough to the young human’s ear that he didn’t need to talk in a normal voice. “Hey.”

Sam put a hand against his neck. “So, I guess you need some more rescuing.”

August 2nd excerpt:

“Good thing we have a secret weapon, then, right?” Sam said with a glint in his eye.

Dean shifted, trying to catch sight of Sam. “He’ll see me coming, and he’s expecting sprites,” he agreed. “I doubt he knows that anyone like Sam even exists.”