February 12th excerpt:
Dean shoved Sam in the opposite direction. “Now!” he shouted.
Sam would know what to do.
In unison, the two brothers tossed themselves forward with their knives. Almost at the same time, twin silver blades cut into the hands, one on each side. They needed to get the hands out of their way. If they couldn’t manage that, they wouldn’t have a ghost of a chance at escaping.
February 11th excerpt:
Jacob grinned at a sudden thought. “Hey, maybe we’ll get you back in California sometime. Hollywood’s bound to see a few ghosts now and then, right?”
Dean sat down next to the sausage as Jacob talked, taking a whiff of his ouzo. The bittersweet fragrance gave him a shock of nostalgia, the tint of licorice in the air another smell he’d never expected to experience again.
“We could always get a tour on set in Hollywood,” Dean said, going along with Jacob. “I mean, I’m sure Sammy’s always wanted to meet a star from the Gilmore Girls.”
February 10th excerpt:
Sam met Dean on the dresser, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “Licorice? ” He shuddered. “They actually make a drink that tastes like that?”
Dean glared at him. “That is a classic snack, almost as good as popcorn! It’s like… chewy pieces of heaven.”
With a grimace, Sam replied, “That’s funny. It tastes like dirt to me, so you’ve got an interesting idea of heaven.”
February 9th excerpt:
Dean held his face expressionless as he listened to Jacob’s words, checking out his own cards. For him, it was a more involved process. Sam stood half an inch higher than the cards, but Dean wasn’t even a third of an inch taller. They were lightweight, but bulky in his hands. The thick, coated paper was coarse as he lifted it, spotting the red letters that told him his card.
Dropping that card down, he lifted up the second. “Maybe that’ll have to be your incentive,” he told Jacob dryly. “You’ll have to come to us if you want to do your laundry.”
February 8th excerpt:
Sam got on Jacob’s hand, planting his boots so he wouldn’t lose balance when it started moving. He gestured for the teen to lift it up. “We won’t let you down. Oh, and Dean?” He pulled out the rest of his salt, tossing the pouch to his older brother. “Just in case.”
Dean gave a jaunty salute with the salt, his trademark smirk in place.
February 7th excerpt:
“I’m gonna be feeling that one in the morning,” Dean gasped out as he managed to finally sit up, letting his arms fall limply across his legs. He coughed, trying to clear up his throat.
That was when he finally realized that he was sitting in a hand, and a familiar one at that. He twisted around, staring straight up at the human that was looking at them both. He gave Jacob a wry grin. “Guess we coulda used Godzilla with us this time,” Dean tried to joke.
February 6th excerpt:
“Hold up, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Dean called out, foregoing stealth for speed and the hope that they might listen to him. “I just have a few questions! We need help!”
February 5th excerpt:
Dean slipped in first, his hand on the hilt of his knife for security. Sam followed quickly after, letting the wallpaper fall back down as though the passageway didn’t exist.
Jacob stared at the spot they’d disappeared for several seconds. He could just barely make out where the wallpaper pulled away to admit them into the wall. And that was only because he’d just seen it happen moments ago.
February 4th excerpt:
As usual, Jacob’s prodigious size drew a few alarmed glances from the few patrons and waitstaff in the diner. He was used to this. He had been big for a while and he knew that it surprised people to see someone so big. He put on the least threatening demeanor he could manage when he smiled at the hostess, requesting a to-go menu.
He had to hold back a smirk as he found the cheeseburgers they had to offer on the menu she handed him. You people think I’m intimidating, he couldn’t help but think. It was with a self-deprecating kind of humor that he reminded himself of the nickname he’d earned from Dean.
February 3rd excerpt:
Sam charged, and this time Dean used his own smaller size to his advantage. Being the eldest, it smarted to have ended up the smaller of the two brothers, but it also meant he could dodge a lot faster than his bulky brother.
Dean dodged to the side, letting Sam blow past him. He lashed out with a foot, catching Sam’s arm with his hand and sending him to the ground. The end result was Dean holding Sam pinned to the ground, smirking at the annoyed hazel eyes below.
Brothers Apart 