July 2nd excerpt:
Jacob lifted a hand, ready to scoop them up again in preparation for the hike. Then, Dean’s insistence from before barked in his memory and he paused. Hesitantly, he lowered his hand instead to make his fingers a ramp up to his palm.
“You guys shouldn’t be on the ground in the woods while I’m walking,” he explained.
July 1st excerpt:
“I hate camping,” Dean grumbled, heading in the opposite direction past Jacob. Bobby Singer had tried to get the boys used to camping and hunting live game out in the forest when they were kids, but found that they only retained the lessons on tracking.
Jacob had to do his best to hide the amused glint in his eyes and keep it from showing in a smile. He remained still for a few more seconds and watched Dean march along in a direction that was only slightly more correct. If he didn’t have Jacob around to help, he would probably skip right past the clearing by the cliff.
June 30th excerpt:
Jacob noticed something gleaming and throwing back sunlight sticking out of Dean’s little duffel bag as the tiny guy stuffed his sawed-off inside. It brought a knowing grin to his face, and he curled a thumb inward to nudge at the quarter. “Where’d you find that?” he asked.
Dean jerked away from the thumb, caught off guard once more by how fast Jacob could move. “Watch it!” he bitched, trying to bat at a digit the size of his body and far more powerful. His hand hit the side of Jacob’s thumbnail, grazing off without a hope of leaving a mark.
June 29th excerpt:
“Sonova–“
Dean’s curse was cut off as he flailed on the strange new surface, not expecting to find himself suspended so high up in the air in less than a second. Jacob was fast. There was no time to even cry out a warning or try to dodge. They were just up in the air suddenly, huge footsteps down below crashing through the forest and making Jacob’s upper body sway in time with his gait.
“Whoa!” Sam was quick to grab the sawed-off before Dean could pull it up and threaten the teenager-turned-giant. “Don’t, Dean, don’t.”
“Who the hell does he think he is…”
June 28th excerpt:
“I’m just getting out some tools,” Sam said, keeping his even tone. “No weapons.” Withdrawing his hand into the light, he brandished the slender tweezers, made to be longer than a standard one. A fleeting thought passed through his mind, wondering if the giant could even see something so small.
The next few steps cleared the distance between Sam and the hands and he found himself wondering at the size. It was obvious why their struggles had meant nothing. Sam was one of the tallest people he knew, but he was shorter than some of the fingers that stretched out before him. Minute twitches he would never see on his own hand were as clear as day, and Sam could swear he saw the skin moving an infinitesimal amount that could only be caused by a powerful pulse.
Then, he took that fateful first step. One step, and Sam was completely at the mercy of the giant by choice. The pulse throbbed under him and a twitch in the thick skin threatened to toss him off, but he endured. If Dean saw Sam sprawl like that, he could overreact and then they’d be back at square one.
“This is going to hurt,” Sam warned as he knelt by the first puncture wound. “There’s not much I could do to stop that.”
June 27th excerpt:
“You sick son of a bitch, let us go!” Dean snapped, trying to cover up his fear that any second now, they’d be shoved into the massive mouth that hung above them. His blood chilled at the sight, realizing they were small enough to fit inside without a problem. It was almost impossible to focus on anything else, especially not after he caught a glimpse of the white rocks inside. Teeth. Teeth big enough to cut either brother in half, snap them like a twig.
He distantly wished they’d left a message with Bobby to let him know what they were hunting. If they vanished like this, all he would have to find of them was an abandoned Impala. That was, if the police didn’t get to her first.
“Wait!” Sam shouted. “If you do this you’ll regret it!”
June 26th excerpt:
The dodge wasn’t enough. The giant’s hands eclipsed their escape route, massive fingers brushing Dean’s side even as he fired what he could into the wall of skin rushing at him. Those fingers curled inexorably around him, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt small.
He lost sight of Sam in that grasp, but knew that it had to look the same. Unless Sam had by some miracle escaped, they were about to be captured by a giant. “No!” Dean cried out, trying to twist away from the thick, creviced skin closing in around him.
A massive thumb, bigger and more powerful than Dean could ever be, brushed down in front of him and in seconds his arms were forced to lower.
June 25th excerpt:
“Holy shit.”
Sam ignored the almost strangled curses that came from behind him, intent on following the fresh path the giant had left behind. One hand on his bag to keep it from striking repeatedly against his side, he almost leapt over a broken branch, running as fast as they could.
It just didn’t seem possible.
One step from the giant cleared more ground than either brother could run. There was just no way for them to keep up. If it didn’t leave such a broad path to follow, they wouldn’t have a chance of finding it again so fast.
“Friggin’ shit.”
June 24th excerpt:
“Can’t get a friggin’ bar on this thing,” Dean growled in annoyance as he held his phone up over his head.
Sam’s grin was luckily out of sight from Dean’s angle, as he was still leading. “You saw the bulletin just like I did. There’s no cell service out here.”
Dean stuffed the phone in his back pocket. “We should get one of those satellite phones like that kid had. At least then we could stay in touch with Bobby.”
June 23rd excerpt:
“Don’t worry,” Sam smiled as they took their leave. “We can handle ourselves.”
The brothers were silent as they left the suburb behind, both digesting the implications of hunting an honest to god giant.
“We’re going to need bigger guns,” Sam commented as they pulled into the local motel to regroup for the night.
Brothers Apart 