June 2nd excerpt:

Sam grabbed onto Dean’s wrist. “It’s not working, is it?” he demanded in a hush out of habit. When Dean didn’t respond, he yanked the hand away. His eyes blew wide. “Dean!”

Dean’s brow was furrowed in pain instead of concentration, and a trail of blood ran down his face from his nose. Sam grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him to break his concentration.

Blinking his eyes open, Dean groaned, slumping into Sam’s arms. Both brothers fell to their knees in Jacob’s hand when Dean sent them both off balance. “If you think it’s so easy, you do it! I don’t see a handbook lying around that’s all about how our Wonder Twin powers activate!”

June 1st excerpt:

“Jacob, you need to get back to that room as fast as you can,” all spilled out of Sam’s mouth the second he started talking, like a dam bursting. “There’s two guys that went in there and they grabbed the others and we think they’re leaving but we don’t know because we couldn’t go after them we’re too small.”

May 31st excerpt:

Realizing what Sam intended to do, Dean reacted instantly. He grabbed Sam’s shoulder, hauling him back before he could dart back into the open to try and save their friend.

Dean slammed Sam against the side of the cavernous walls they were hiding in and covered up his mouth with a hand.

“Not a word,” Dean hissed, his voice as low as it could go. “We go out there, we’re as good as captured. We can’t help him.”

May 30th excerpt:

Dean froze when he heard a scuff, then a distant door creaking open. “Jacob wouldn’t come up here unless it was an emergency,” he said knowingly, a dark tone in his voice. The sound of someone saying Dude! drifted to the tiny people in the room, and it wasn’t Jacob’s voice.

May 29th excerpt:

Sam shook his head, latching onto the question to distract himself from the vast expanse around them. Normally, if they were to spend any time away from the walls or cover, Jacob would be around. Even then, they only did it in extreme circumstances.

Out in the open was danger.

Even with Jade’s confidence, the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck rose with nerves, and he knew Dean was feeling the same, based on the way Dean’s shoulders bunched up slightly. Sam gratefully focused on what he knew of spirits. “Mostly, the spirits that stick around in our world are here for a reason. Something that holds them back, or if they refuse to move on. They lash out, a lot of times continuing the same patterns they used to follow in life. Plus, most of the vengeful spirits we’ve heard of from the books or our dad work alone. So we don’t have much experience with multiple spirits together.”

May 28th excerpt:

Dean stiffened, and motioned for silence. His hand went straight to his silver knife, and it was out in seconds and held at the ready. Years of being under four inches in height has taught them to prepare for anything, whether it be attack by a rat or a spider, or capture by a human.

With a motion to Sam, Dean inched forward to peer around the corner. It really did sound like the rustle of paper, like the long nights they’d spend with Dean trying to sleep and Sam up with his journal. They’d shared a room most of their lives, and the sound was a comfort when Dean couldn’t sleep.

May 27th excerpt:

Pointing towards the dusty piles of boxes and antiques, Dean explained. “The last place we saw them was in the piles of boxes. It’s our best bet to start, and we can branch out from there. Hopefully, with Jacob out of the picture, they’ll reappear. I really think we were getting somewhere last time with the journal.”

“At least the journal’s in one piece,” Sam murmured as his hand strayed protectively to his bag. It was the only one of its kind he’d ever seen, and he didn’t want to risk it. He already had to write in the margins and use up every millimeter of space so he didn’t risk running out of blank pages. With Dean’s shenanigans, he was going to be left without a journal inside of the year.

May 26th excerpt:

While Dean was casually strolling across the floor of Jacob’s room, Sam dashed past him. Instead of pausing in the hand, he darted across it. Catching a hand in the thick fabric of Jacob’s shirt, Sam scaled up the thick, muscular arm. The threads formed handholds that his tiny fingers wound their way into by second nature. He could feel the muscles behind the fabric tense in Jacob’s surprise, but the human had learned not to flinch even when they caught him off guard.

In short order, Sam was perched up on Jacob’s shoulder, peering down at Dean with a completely innocent look. “What? You said just like every day!”

Dean gave a huff, stalking the last few inches onto Jacob’s hand. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” he snipped, jabbing a finger in Sam’s direction.

May 25th excerpt:

Dean shook his head. “Sure, we’re stronger,” he agreed. “But our adopted mom, Mallory, wasn’t close to as strong as us or Walt.” He hovered a hand close to his chest, indicating her height. “She didn’t have as much luck as us or Walt when she got out of the house to get supplies, but she did manage to throw it up.”

Jacob stared for a second longer at the height Dean had indicated. Their adoptive mother was absolutely tiny. Sam and Dean were already small, but this woman couldn’t be much more than three inches by Dean’s measure. 

He tried to think about what he knew of the family they had back at that motel. He hadn’t heard much about them at all, and with a small shred of guilt Jacob understood why. They’d be protective of them; Sam and Dean were just like that.

May 24th excerpt:

“Let’s save the Godzilla act for later. You don’t want to use up your best looming on us, right?”

Jacob shrugged slowly and pretended to think it over. “I guess you’re right,” he said after only a few seconds. “Don’t wanna cast a shadow on the training, here.”

Jacob lowered himself down to lie flat on his front. His arms, thicker than any of the others were tall, crossed and he rested his chin on them with a smile. “How’s that? Minimal looming and everything.”