February 22nd excerpt:
“At least getting the drinks won’t be hard with Dean’s fake ID’s around,” Sam said aloud as he mused on their last few times drinking. “I bet that was his main reason for making them for you. Using them for cases was just his excuse.” He smirked at that, knowing Dean really had made them for hunting. Aging Jacob up a few years… that was just so it was easier to get their hands on beer.
February 21st excerpt:
There was still a slight flush to his cheeks when he met Jacob’s warm brown eyes above. “Do you think I could stick around for a bit?” Sam asked hopefully, not wanting to go back in the walls sooner than he had to and waste the one chance he had at getting out. If Dean learned he’d slipped away while he was out, he’d end up under an even closer watch.
Jacob grinned, glad to hear that Sam actually wanted to hang out. Seeing the small hunter walk away from the desk, his shelter, to approach Jacob had been amazing on its own. Jacob’s shadow was overhead and he knew he loomed even when he tried not to, but Sam had come towards him anyway, putting trust in Jacob.
February 20th excerpt:
An unfamiliar voice rumbled through the air and froze Sam’s blood solid.
“I think I saw someone over by the desk.”
Sam scrunched his eyes closed, wishing he had anywhere else to go. He was too far away from the wall entrance, he couldn’t scale up any of the gargantuan furniture that soared above his head.
February 19th excerpt:
Was that … a leather jacket?
The perplexed expression lingered on his face and he stood there, frozen, long after the small whatever-it-was had disappeared. He couldn’t even be sure he’d actually seen anything. He frowned critically at the toaster, before shrugging and heading up the stairs.
February 18th excerpt:
Dean scooped up the wires and pins into his arms and started to pack them away into his duffel. “No, I think you’re good. This is more than I asked for. I might have to start hiding the pins from Sam soon, he might throw them at me if he has to sit around much longer.”
Jacob snickered at the image of Sam tossing around pins the size of small daggers to him. They would be like slightly bulky throwing knives. “Maybe,” Jacob agreed, raising an eyebrow appraisingly at the pins as Dean stashed them away.
February 17th excerpt:
“This is the right thing to do.”
February 16th excerpt:
Dean started by tugging off his boot and placing it to the side, followed by the other. As he pulled at the socks to check his feet first, he paused. He jabbed a finger in Jacob’s direction. “Just don’t go blowing my socks away! They’re hard enough to hang onto as it is.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at Dean’s stubborn grousing. “I won’t blow away your socks,” he promised in a low murmur.
February 15th excerpt:
When the hand opened up around Dean, he found himself falling straight down.
He let out a cry of alarm, memories of the four foot drop he’d been dangled over slamming into him all over again. His arms thrown out to either side, he felt his fingers brush against fabric as he fell.
Fabric…?
February 14th excerpt:
Dean tried to lash out with the boot that was being examined, wishing he could reach the guy’s face and hit him in the eye. Let him know what it felt like. If their positions were reversed, Dean wouldn’t put him in a pocket. A damn cage sounded like just the place for the human.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?” Dean snapped.
“All hands is not the way to woo a girl.”
February 13th excerpt:
“What the hell do you think we are?” Dean growled up at the human towering over them. This guy certainly had looming down. The Winchesters were both tense and prepared, ready to act the second they saw an opening. Sam didn’t need a hook or thread to climb down from most surfaces, though shimmying down was much more dangerous. Desperate times.
“Do I look like fucking Tinkerbell?”
Brothers Apart 