September 2nd excerpt:
“What are your plans?” Sam asked dubiously as he eyed up the slight bulge against Dean’s chest.
Dean shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. For now, he’s out of Bobby’s way, out of Rumsfeld’s way, and we’ve got the night to ourselves. Want to grab a movie?”
Sam considered. “What about Logan? I’m not sitting with you if he’s going to be bitching up a storm.”
“I’ll find a place to stash him for the night.”
September 1st excerpt:
“You have a great track record with that, don’t you? You and that Jacob kid let your pet bug walk all over you.”
August 31st excerpt:
Since Sam’s portion of the hot dog was cut into small pieces to make it manageable for the tiny hunter, Dean had to content himself with spearing the bite with his fork and dipping it in the ketchup, just like he’d done as a kid growing up. He could try piling it all into a bun to see how that would go, but since he was almost full, it seemed a waste of time.
Sam selected another shred of his leftovers and bun and had just begun to splice it all together when he happened to glance up at some movement on Dean’s chest. His eyebrows jumped up. “Dean!”
August 30th excerpt:
The hunter pushed himself up on an elbow, tiredly rubbing a hand down his face to clear the sleep from his eyes.
Then he opened his eyes, and saw the scene unfolding on the nightstand.
“Jacob!” Dean exclaimed, sitting bolt upright.
August 29th excerpt:
“I-I think we should start over,” Dean said in a wavering voice, trying to stand on his toes to spot Stan. Get me out of this.
It was a good thing Sam had ducked back into the walls.
August 28th excerpt:
“Sam, you comin’?!” Dean called.
“Just a second!”
Dean impatiently waited by the exit, tapping a boot. “If you didn’t have so much hair, this wouldn’t be such a project!” he called again.
August 27th excerpt:
John started with the bacon, setting a small pan on the stovetop and placing on it two strips once it was hot. He almost put more on in consideration of his guests, but then he remembered that their portions would amount to crumbs compared to his own. He wouldn’t miss anything he took from his own meal if he gave it to the brothers.
While those sizzled in the background, John cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl and started mixing them up with a fork, meandering back to check on Sam. “Found ya some cherry tomatoes,” he reported warmly.
Sam brightened up, distracted from his wanderings on the table. “I love those!”
August 26th excerpt:
“How old are you, Sam?” John asked while he looked around for something to continue Sam’s path. With the kid so open with him, he allowed himself to indulge in the curious questions he hadn’t had time to ask the night before.
“Ten,” Sam answered offhandedly, distracted by his new surroundings. Then, corrected it to “Ten and a half.”
August 25th excerpt:
Turning back to the nightstand, John’s heart gave a little stutter to see Sam so close to the edge of the nightstand. “You okay?” he blinked, not quite yet putting two and two together.
Sam’s lips turned down into a frown. “I can’t follow you,” he said disconsolately, rubbing the sole of his boot over a mark on the nightstand’s surface. It was wider than his boot, but so relatively small to everything else.
August 24th excerpt:
Sam yawned, finally having pulled himself up from the corner of the pocket. “It’ll be nice to hit the sack,” he said tiredly. “I’m not used to this yet.”
“We’ve been hunting for ages, Sammy!”
Sam shoved back at Dean. “I’m used to sleeping during the day,” he protested, ears flaming.
Brothers Apart 