September 1st excerpt:
Sam found himself sitting at attention on Dean’s shoulder, unable to relax while the thought of kids in danger besieged him. Sam could only pray they weren’t too late to help.
After a few failed attempts to make conversation, Sam fell into a topic that was bothering him the most. “So, pretty wild what we found out about Walt, right?”
August 31st excerpt:
“There’s a motel in town,” Jacob said, remembering. “I can just grab a room there for tonight, we’ll meet there when you roll in and then come out to the woods, sound like a plan?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Dean confirmed. “Send a text when you’ve got a room, we’ll set up our base of operations there in case we’re around for longer than a few days.”
“Since you’re so great at camping,” Sam said under his breath with a grin, getting Dean to nudge him with one of the fingers spaced around where he crouched. Raising his voice, Sam finished off the call. “Bowman, don’t worry, we’ll be there soon and we’ll figure this out. Just hang on.”
August 30th excerpt:
“Hey, Jacob,” Dean greeted, his voice gruffer than normal from the emotions he held bottled up. “Can’t say you caught us at a good time…”
“Ah,” Jacob replied, his voice briefly laced with static.
August 29th excerpt:
Jacob glanced over the information printed on the card while he dug his cell phone from his pocket. On any other day, he might have joked about the dark green ink Bowman had used to cross out the name John Bonham printed on the card and scripted in Dean and Sam Winchester instead.
August 28th excerpt:
He glanced back to Bowman, who waited on his palm. “Y’know, Bowman, I think the more help we can bring in, the better,” he admitted.
Bowman perked up, and Jacob saw understanding in those green eyes. Bowman might not know how a lot of “human stuff” worked, but he was a smart little guy. “Dean and Sam,” he said.
Jacob nodded. “Dean and Sam,” he agreed. “I’m betting they can weigh in on this, too.”
August 27th excerpt:
“Stay with me, buddy,” Jacob encouraged before Bowman could ramble more. He curled his thumb and brushed it against Bowman’s wing. The wing twitched, and Bowman shot him an offended glare. “Start at the beginning for me. I’ll do whatever I can but you gotta keep me up to speed, dude.”
Bowman rolled his eyes. Jacob saw some of the familiar sass back in the sprite’s posture. “Yeah, I’ll keep up the speed,” he groused, mincing the phrase like he often did. Still the same Bowman.
Brothers Apart 