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.”

May 23rd excerpt:

“You shake the fuckin’ ground, dude, holy shit.”

“He’s actually doing a lot better,” Sam chimed in loyaly. “You shoulda seen what it was like the first time we ran into him. Aside from all the grabbing and all that.”

“Just imagine seein’ that guy comin’ at you when you’re tryin’ to climb down from a table,” Dean grumbled to the side. “Snatched me right off my rope.” His hand absently brushed the hook dangling out of the duffel slung over his shoulders. A thick black thread from a sewing kit they’d found in an occupied room years back served as the climbing rope. “Godzilla, Jolly Green… whatever fits at the time.”

“Dean never gets tired of coming up with nicknames,” Sam snickered.

May 22nd excerpt:

Meanwhile, Sam was solely focused on his target. Jacob’s steps, though they were much closer than normal, didn’t register in his mind past the simple knowledge that Jacob was there.

That, and the way the floor quaked under Sam’s determined strides.

After so long spent with the teenager, neither Sam or Dean felt any fear towards him. They were a team, and he was an important part of it. Regardless of his size, Jacob was one of their extremely few friends, and could always be counted on.

All of this let Sam focus on his goal even as he ran across the center of the towering room. Normally, it would be the most dangerous place for Sam or Dean to travel. There was no cover, no places to hide. That far from the walls, a human could grab them up without a hope. Conversely, if the humans in the room didn’t spot them, they could be crushed underfoot.

May 21st excerpt:

Jacob reached his home and headed upstairs to his room right away. He closed his door behind him and stood in the middle of the floor, finally looking down at his pocket. “How’s things, guys?” he asked, lifting up the pocket flap to check on his passengers.

The open flap revealed the two brothers and their captive, all crammed into a pocket together. Sam remained in his own corner, merely a spectator to the scene.

When the huge voice rumbled out of the wall next to them, Sam glanced up and flashed Jacob a smile. One wouldn’t know

from his cheery disposition

that there was a guy held prisoner not an inch away.

May 20th excerpt:

Sam leaned over the speaker. “Hey, Bobby, how’s it going?” he called out, raising his voice so he could be sure that it made it over the line.

“ ‘Bout the same as the last time you boys came to visit. Rumsfeld’s been missin’ you, though. I caught him sleeping in the spare bedroom. I’m bettin’ this ain’t a courtesy call though. What kinda trouble you boys in now?

“It’s not like we’re always in trouble!” Dean protested loudly.

May 19th excerpt:

“Don’t you trust me?” Dean asked with a gleam in his eyes. “Lemme see your journal.” He held out a hand, clearly expecting Sam to follow through.

“What?! No,” Sam protested. “The last time you used it, I got red paint in the middle.”

Dean huffed in annoyance. “I’m not gonna mess it up! I just need a page. We can try and write out what we’re saying, and see if they understand.”