January 21st excerpt:
Sam hummed thoughtfully as he tore the wrapper in half, breaking off a small piece of the granola bar to hold up for Stan.
Seeing the offered food, Stan reached out to take it from the massive fingers belonging to Sam. His armpits over the edge of the pocket held him in place as he nibbled, grateful for the snack as it seemed that they wouldn’t be stopping for a while. If there was one thing Stan knew, it was when a long car ride was imminent.
January 5th excerpt:
“I- I…” Flustered by the question, Stan cleared his throat and tried again. “I’ve never had anything like this. I really wouldn’t know where to start.”
A prime example came in the form of the brownish liquid Sam had given him. Stan eyed it suspiciously; he didn’t like the way it bubbled, but he approached it anyway. He had to at least give it a try.
Stan was still hesitant as he pulled the cap closer, leaning in to give the drink a sniff. It smelled unlike anything he’d ever encountered before– not that that was saying much– and when he leaned over, a particularly persistent bubble rose from the depths and gave a large pop. This startled the little guy, and he jumped back in surprise, managing to put a few inches between himself and the uncomfortably active drink.
November 9th excerpt:
Sam made sure to ask Jacob if it was okay before he took any of the food. He’d grown accustomed to sharing with Dean, but knew it wasn’t normal for people to regularly share a meal with someone, especially someone who was almost a complete stranger.
The food wasn’t the scalding hot temperature of something right off the stove, but the warmth that filled Sam at his first bite made him “Mm,” in satisfaction.
Jacob couldn’t help but notice a few things. Sam’s caution around the food wasn’t the same as a sprite’s; where Bowman might simply be worried about falling in, Sam was just trying to stay out of the way. He never even went for any of the food they’d shared so far before asking.
July 18th excerpt:
Dean growled. “Sam’s not facing them without me,” he said darkly, unconsciously putting his hand back down next to Sam and Walt. Almost protectively, despite his disagreement with Sam. Nothing had changed between them. “Where he goes, I go.”
Rufus smiled. “Then I think we have a plan.” He clapped his hands together and leaned forward. “Now refresh my memory. Where’s the grub in this place?”
Bobby sighed.
July 13th excerpt:
Lunch took half an hour, and Dean spent most of that time patiently scanning the world outside the Impala. He couldn’t stomach the thought of food, so he fiddled with the paper bag the sandwich had come from, hoping maybe Sam would think he’d eaten a second sandwich. Maybe he’d been too distracted to listen to Dean order, or–
“Really?”
Dean lost all hope of sliding this one past Sam when he heard the disapproving tone in the soft voice down on the seat. He turned his eyes down to where Sam was standing with his arms crossed, right next to the parted foil wrapper of the sandwich. Clearly, he knew Dean had never ordered more food. Not that Dean had held out much hope of slipping it by Sam. He never could.
With a wan smile, Dean gave it his best shot. “I just figured you might want seconds,” he said in a half-hearted protest, waving the food off.
July 12th excerpt:
Dean glanced to the side to see where they were sitting, the visible corner of his mouth quirking up into a grin, familiar even from that angle. “Found us some grub,” he said, sounding proud. “You two should get some cover.”
May 26th excerpt:
“Alright, I got something, are you happy?” Jacob asked, sounding as flustered as he looked.
“Hmm…” Dean thought about it, then decided on “No.” He didn’t bother forcing Jacob to get anything else, but he did pinch off a piece of his burger. “I’m as big a fan of french fries as the next guy, but I’d hardly call it a balanced meal by any standards.”
May 19th excerpt:
A piece of shredded lettuce as long as his arm landed within an inch of Jacob when Dean took a particularly large bite, and Jacob flinched, coming right out of his thoughts. He shot a flat look upwards as an automatic reaction, but quickly returned to focusing on his food. At least nothing had actually landed on him.
When he’d wolfed down a decent portion of the food Dean gave him, Jacob set the remainder aside and picked up the bottle cap again. Giving it one more try, he found that it had settled enough for him to drink it without the carbonation posing a problem.
May 18th excerpt:
He couldn’t help but notice he’d have to walk closer to Dean to get to that food. Jacob inched forward, watching his footing on the denim and trying not to think about it. It shouldn’t matter; he was clearly already in reach, standing on the man’s leg. It just made that broad chest rise steeper in front of him, and it put him below Dean’s arm as he worked on his own lunch.
March 20th excerpt:
With a quick grab, Sam nabbed the back of Jacob’s hoodie. It took one smooth motion to pull him out, dangling him like a kitten held by the back of its neck. Jacob’s feet were only over open air for a few seconds before he was lowered to the tabletop next to his aluminum foil cup, hitting the ground with a light thump that was inaudible to Dean.
Dean arched an eyebrow at Jacob. “You must really like french fries,” he drawled lazily, smirking at the sight of the bedraggled hunter standing down there.
Brothers Apart 