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April 5th excerpt:

Jacob pushed a shaky hand against the fingertip messing with him, while the other brushed back through his bedraggled hair. His glare was tempered by the worry on his face when he looked up at the guy again. There was nothing familiar about the man, and nothing comforting in the fascinated gleam in those green eyes.

At least if he focused on that billboard-sized, smirking face, he didn’t have to think too hard about how high up he was from the ground. “W-what do you want?!” he demanded, voice still shaky with nerves.

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April 4th excerpt:

In Jacob’s memory, very little could top the fearsome sight of a roadblock dropping out of the sky and hiding his goal from view. He almost didn’t scramble to a stop in time to avoid crashing right into the palm of a giant hand, one that came out of nowhere to keep him away from safety. He shuddered in fear even as it moved towards him and forced him to stumble backwards.

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April 3rd excerpt:

Jacob sidled towards one of the legs of the dresser. If he could reach it before the search angled his way, he might be able to hide unnoticed. He was extra small. It had to count for something in this terrifying game of hide and seek.

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April 1st excerpt:

Jacob rolled his shoulders and stood at the edge of the shadow under the dresser. The duffel bag hadn’t even been closed. If this wasn’t his perfect opportunity for an easy raid, he’d never get one.

Just a quick look. Then I’ll go.

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March 30th excerpt:

Taking his time, Dean made his way up through the walls until he found one of the overhead vents that lead to the room in question. Leaning over it, he cautiously put each hand on the slots, pushing it far enough open that he could see out, but hopefully no one could see in.

There was some keys tossed on the nightstand, and a shadow that passed by the vent, its owner out of sight. Dean’s eyes tracked the hulking shadow, enough to eclipse him and everyone he knew at the motel without a problem.

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March 29th excerpt:

Unable to reach the edge of the palm before it rose, Dean found himself curling into a ball around Sam as the ground dropped away. Then stopped. Pulse pounding, Dean blinked his eyes open in confusion as the hand paused in place.

Done with arguing with the giant, Dean shifted towards the edge of his hand, intent on getting down and getting away.

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March 28th excerpt:

Dean pushed himself back from John with his free hand, trying to inch backwards from the man and put some space between them. That is, until he ran up against the hand cupped behind and flinched away again.

“We don’t want your help,” Dean protested, clinging to Sam. “People can’t be trusted, what makes you any different?”

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March 27th excerpt:

Dean was incensed past any rational anger, heating his face up as he turned it on his only target. “Why do you even care?!” he shouted up at John. “It’s not like it matters where we’re from!”

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March 25th excerpt:

Flipping the cards back into one pile, Dean held them close to his hand so Stan could get a better look. “With these, we can get into what we need, and they don’t find out who we are, so they can’t arrest us. It’s really a win-win situation, whatever the cops say. We don’t get our asses in jail, they get the monsters they don’t believe in killed off.”

“Ohh, okay,” Stan nodded in understanding. Humans were huge and couldn’t be quite that stealthy. Even Stan couldn’t on his own, his lack of training and red hair a dead giveaway without a spell hiding him.

“So, it’s like a glamour spell, but without the magic,” Stan inferred aloud, managing to put it in a way that made it relatable to his experience.