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.
Tumblring
Dean send the kids tumblring on the bed.
I have tumblr on the brain. Woe is me.
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.
February 2nd excerpt:
The sharp sound of someone clearing his voice came from behind, and Dean twisted around in surprise. Sam was standing on the edge of the shelf with a disapproving frown on his face. A boot dangled from each hand.
“What are you, my mother?” Dean griped.
February 1st excerpt:
“Sam, what’s … what’s up,” he rasped, trying to wake as fast as he could. After the caution both small brothers had shown, he doubted Sam would walk right up to him like that without a good reason.
Or without Dean.
January 31st excerpt:
Sam gave a grunt as he pushed at the very edge of the massive door to maximize the torque, inordinately glad that the hinge wasn’t rusted at all. Dean dragged the whiskey behind himself, just as glad that he had extra strength at his disposal.
January 30th excerpt:
I should have left them at Bobby’s. I can’t find her trail anywhere. She vanished into thin air like she never existed a few towns out. Bobby’s helping me try and pick up her trail again, but so far nothing.
I’ll never forgive myself.
I’m sorry, Mary. I lost your baby boys.
Brothers Apart 