July 30th excerpt:
Dean stared blankly down at the pot of water on the stove, watching the steam drift upwards as it reached boiling point. He dropped in the hot dogs, probably more than Bobby wanted them to take, but they hadn’t visited for over a month, not to mention just finishing a hard case, so…
He dropped in another.
July 29th excerpt:
All but forgotten in Dean’s pocket, Logan waited for someone to notice the irony in the room. While he was trapped and barely allowed a shard of a pretzel, Sam was free to roam. He would even get to have some of the warm food with the others, despite being bug-sized. He should be in as much danger as Logan, but he wasn’t.
Wondering what made Sam so special wouldn’t get him free, so Logan pushed the thoughts aside. He kicked at Dean once more before turning to try opening the pocket again.
July 28th excerpt:
Bobby offered Sam a hand. He was less practiced than Dean, and quickly lowered the younger Winchester down before his nerves with the kid became overly obvious. Sam stepped to the table, only pausing once to see what had changed since the last time he’d been around.
“Is there a case?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped over the newspaper Bobby had left to the side, out of the way of his earlier meal.
July 27th excerpt:
“Is that so?” Dean didn’t even have to think as he lifted his hand with Logan inside, dropping the hunter in his chest pocket and buttoning it up. “I can’t say no to that.”
Logan landed in a heap at the bottom of the pocket. At first, he had no idea where he’d landed. Everything around him was thick cloth and dim lighting, and he struggled to right himself. There was no surface below for leverage, and when he braced a hand on one side, he flinched back.
A heartbeat thudded away practically right next to him, and Logan understood where he was.
July 26th excerpt:
Footsteps came from the hall, and Dean covered Logan with a hand, curling his fingers around the other man as Bobby came back in. Sam was no longer wearing his tan jacket, perched on Bobby’s shoulder with nothing more than his grey t-shirt, jeans and satchel.
“Got the blood out,” Bobby said gruffly. “That’ll just be drying until the morning.”
“Bobby said he’s got some food we can heat up!” Sam called out from his place.
July 25th excerpt:
Looking back at the nightstand, Jacob glanced over the surface skeptically. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d opted for something like that over an actual bed. Beds were huge fields of cloth and shaky terrain for him now. The chance of someone not noticing him there had gone way up.
“Nightstand oughta be fine,” he said mulishly. “So long as you don’t set the alarm or something. One of my friends turned on a radio while I was right next to the speaker and that sucked.”
July 24th excerpt:
“I’ve never heard there might be anyone else,” Jacob admitted. “I never thought about living on my own like this. Everyone kinda thinks I can’t.” He glanced down at himself pointedly. He was less than four inches tall, and couldn’t even get down from a table on his own.
Dean frowned at what Jacob was implying. He’d been raised to take care of Sam since he was only four, the idea of being told what he could and couldn’t do was an alien thought.
“Just because you lost a little height doesn’t mean you turned into an infant,” Dean said gruffly, holding out a hand for Jacob again. “Fine, you’re smaller than me. But you can do things I can’t.”
July 23rd excerpt:
Jacob flinched as the table shook under his feet. He made his way to the edge, wary of any more earthquakes that might send him plummeting. When he could lean forward to see down to the floor, he almost smirked. It wasn’t often that he had a chance to look down at someone anymore. Before he was reduced in size, he was on his way to being taller than almost everyone around him.
The seconds drew out with no exclamations of aha! from Dean. Jacob wasn’t sure why they would ever expect to find someone just like that. Even so, he gave Dean a few more seconds before he said anything.
July 22nd excerpt:
Dean let out a breath and slid his duffel bag from his shoulder, lightly dropping it in the corner. “Now what?”
Jacob glanced to the duffel and the loud clatter it made as it settled on the floor before looking up at Dean. From his position held up in the air, he had a good vantage point of a room in a motel that should be more familiar. Jacob hadn’t had time to memorize his surroundings there before he was hit by the shrinking. After that, he hadn’t come back.
Until now. In one of the weirdest missions he’d ever heard of. “How would I know what to do?” he asked, exasperated.
July 21st excerpt:
By the time the brief conversation to get checked in was over, Jacob’s ears were ringing. He had to keep from fidgeting in the cloth enclosure while he waited for Dean to get to the room, having been stuck in there for hours now. At the sound of a door closing, he moved to stand in the pocket once more. “Finally,” he groused. “Done with pockets for now.”
“It can’t be all that bad,” Dean protested, but he moved to scoop Jacob out of the pocket with two fingers regardless.
Brothers Apart 