February 12th excerpt:
This was so much different than the pictures Sam had showed him on the laptop, the people he saw through the screen were moving and talking like normal people, yet somehow they fit inside the box.
“T-there are people in there!” Stan exclaimed, pointing at the screen as he turned a distressed look toward Sam.
February 11th excerpt:
The laptop got placed in front of the covers, and Sam slid Stan into the top of the pillow pile, then sat on the last remaining pillow next to them. “Have at it,” he said, dropping the remote controller next to Stan and pulling the laptop closer.
Stan blinked owlishly at the huge device put in front of him, a little overwhelmed by the sight of it. It was easily twice Stan’s height in length, likely more, and covered in buttons of different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some of the buttons had numbers on them, but he still couldn’t figure out what they were for.
“Um… Sorry, what do I do with this?” He turned sheepishly to Sam, completely lost.
February 10th excerpt:
Stan frowned as he approached the laptop screen, coming up just short of the body near the keyboard. More and more he was glad that he’d grown up being told to never be seen by humans. Apparently some of them were highly interested in the idea of tiny people. Given what he’d gone through, some of which he couldn’t even remember it was so awful, the thought disturbed Stan.
February 9th excerpt:
“You should live a little,” Dean said dryly, the sound of someone talking to a brick wall. “Have a little fun in your life.”
“I’m fine here,” Sam insisted. “Me an’ Stan will see what we can find about borrowers.”
February 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped the box on the table. “Grub’s up,” he announced unnecessarily, flipping open the lid perpendicular to where the brothers were sitting.
A moist steam rose from the box, filling the room with the strong smell of the fresh pizza. One half looked like a regular pizza, melted cheese and crispy crust, but the other side…
“Did you order a mountain?” Sam asked dubiously, leaning over to look at the amount of meat that somehow fit on the pizza.
“I’ll have you know that every bite will be delicious,” Dean insisted primly.
February 7th excerpt:
As though a switch clicked in Stan’s brain, he glanced around the table. He remembered seeing a pen tucked behind the plastic-wrapped complementary cups, as though it had been haphazardly tossed there by a previous guest. Before he could think twice, Stan was dashing across the cover of the book between him and his goal.
It took seconds for Stan to grab the clip near the top of the pen and haul it all the way back to Sam, panting a little from the effort as he stepped back to give the human room to take it.
February 6th excerpt:
As Dean’s voice started to talk to the pizza shop, ordering what sounded suspiciously like ‘the Ultimate Meat-Lovers pizza,’ Sam took pity on the rumpled little guy, slipping two fingers into the pocket with Stan. Though he didn’t go to scoop the guy out, still worried about possibly injuring Stan with one wrong move or making him equate them to the witch’s care, Sam kept his fingers steady.
“Feel like getting some fresh air?” Sam offered warmly.
February 5th excerpt:
“Havin’ fun with that book?” Dean snarked as he got back into the car to pull it around to their room.
Sam rolled his eyes. “The more we know, the better off we are.” He didn’t look at Dean, but he already knew… “Did you get her number?”
February 4th excerpt:
Once Stan got a feel for the pitch and sway of Sam’s gait, he reached down and plucked a small, slightly sticky lump that he recognized the smell of more than anything. His stomach gave an excited grumble at the reminder of the crumb of soft granola he’d been offered earlier and couldn’t finish. Mouth watering, Stan took a big munch out of the granola lump. Never in his life had there ever been food readily on hand, and the entire idea excited Stan deeply.
Brothers Apart 