May 13th excerpt:

Determination got him to the shirt, and Sam dove into the folds. It wasn’t the same as the fabric nest he’d woken up in while he was with Walt and Mallory, but it wouldn’t be a bad substitute. It was certainly warm, and though the fabric was scratchier than motel room sheets at his normal size, the pillow cover would be even itchier.

Wriggling around, Sam righted himself and yanked his boots off. They got tossed an inch away from the shirt, and Sam peeked out at the giants around him. “It’s like a fort!”

May 12th excerpt: 

Jacob’s eyes were wide. He tried to imagine waking up so little, and he felt his shoulders tensing up in spite of himself. His fingers curled slightly, almost ready to hug Sam again for what he’d been through, but instead he just brushed one tiny arm with his thumb, getting better and better at the gesture.

“Maybe his brother’s still in one a’ the other rooms,” Jacob suggested. “We can just go ask.”

May 11th excerpt:

Sam was able to take the end of the gauze and tie up his hand. He held it up to show it off to Jacob. “What do you think? It’s like an oven mitt! I could be a cook!” Sam gave his new friend a big smile, wanting to make sure Jacob wasn’t upset anymore about letting him down. It wasn’t Jacob’s fault, and Sam didn’t want him to think it was.

Jacob grinned and snickered quietly. “Or a baseball player!” he added in, staring at the thick bandaging wrapped around that little hand. It made the injury look a lot worse than a scrape from falling down. Hopefully that meant it’d get better a lot faster. Jacob hadn’t even noticed the blood on Sam’s hands when he first picked him up.

May 10th excerpt:

After spending so long either held in a hand or tucked away in a pocket, the solid ground beneath Sam’s tiny boots felt so strange. He knew that it might look like the counter was a solid surface, but in reality there was open air beneath it, where the basin of the sink could be seen and the bathroom trash was tucked under. The room he and Dean had stayed in while their dad hunted was almost identical, aside from the beds and bathroom on the reverse side of the wall like it was a mirror image.

May 9th excerpt: 

Sam’s chest hiccuped as he cried, curling into as small a ball as he could while the kid’s voice rumbled around him. Everything was dark, except the few shards of light that snuck in past the huge fingers.

Surrounded. He was surrounded by fingers.

That thought made Sam bury his head against his knees, hugging them to himself. There was no room to thrash anymore, and he waited for the end to come. It was only after a few long moments that stretched out around the stuffy air inside of the hands that Sam realized there was a voice – a voice that shook the wall next to him, but still a voice.

May 8th excerpt:

Jacob almost stumbled, his sneakers hitting the carpet hard for a few steps, but he kept on and pushed the trucks around the foot of the bed.

He angled sharply to take his trucks through the space between the beds, but stopped abruptly. Something in his path drew his attention like a lightning rod, and Jacob’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he stared.

It looked like a tiny little action figure, but it wasn’t one of Jacob’s. His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared. The small figure stood mere feet away from him, and Jacob’s face slowly broke into a grin.

The tiny person was staring back, and that meant they weren’t a toy. They were real!

May 7th excerpt:

Karlis narrowed his eyes. He got the feeling any sprite knew well, and knew in his core that he’d been targeted. It didn’t surprise him in the least. Dean was intelligent enough to focus his efforts on the sprites in charge. The rest of the knights knew what to do without someone leading them, but they’d fall much easier, capable warriors or not.

He’d just have to avoid those pockets as long as he could.

The only exposed parts of Dean were his neck, face, and hands. None of them were ideal; the human was fast, and all of those targets were easily defended with a swipe of his hands.

May 6th excerpt:

Jacob left for town early the next morning. He brought back supplies along with a bacon cheeseburger he’d rustled up for Dean.

The hunter quickly discovered he shouldn’t eat near the village.

May 4th excerpt:

Playing along with the tiny kids, Dean moved his hand so it was directly against where his heart was hidden away in his chest. “How’s it sound from here?” He’d be lying if he wasn’t fascinated in the answer.

“Now I can really hear it!” the nestling confirmed. Now that they were closer, the young sprites shifted towards the huge wall that was Dean’s chest, tilting their heads towards it. They were fascinated by the sound, something they had never heard at such a scale before.

The little girl leaned her head against Dean briefly, her eyes widening at how much that amplified the sound of his heart beating away. The whole thing was bigger than the sprites there, possibly all of them together. The girl leaned back to stare straight up at him with a fascinated grin. “I can even feel it! Your heart is so big!”