November 13th excerpt:
“Maybe nobody’s … home,” Jacob muttered, drawing it out as he listened for more than the creaking sound of the house settling.
“Not likely,” Sam replied, alert and listening as intently as Jacob.
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November 12th excerpt:
“You snake, you foul rotting dung heap, wither where you stand!” Bowman swore. His heart pounded more than it should, but he didn’t relent. “What did you do?!”
November 11th excerpt:
“And now you guys run around fighting monsters,” Jacob mused, cracking a grin.
“Everyone needs a hobby,” Sam shot back without missing a beat, a wry grin to match Jacob’s. “Like I said, I came to terms with this a long time ago. I have no problem working this way, even if it means I fight monsters the size of Godzilla. Dean has his strengths, and I’ve got mine. We’re a team.”
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.
November 8th excerpt:
“Uh. Pocket okay?” Jacob asked, glancing at Sam in the mirror.
“That works.”
Instead of waiting for Jacob’s assistance, Sam scaled down from Jacob’s shoulder and ducked in the pocket himself, much like he did with Dean when the coast was clear. From here, Sam stood to check the height of the pocket, finding himself just tall enough to see out while standing.
Definitely deeper than Dean’s. Those were child’s play for Sam, unless he got buttoned in.
November 7th excerpt:
Right after spotting Sam, Jacob’s eyes flicked to the bundle of money next to him. It was big enough that Sam would have a hard time wrapping his arms around it, whether or not he could lift it. A willowy sprite like Bowman would have even more trouble. Even with Sam only standing at four inches tall, that amounted to a lot of cash.
Holy shit. Sam’s loaded.
November 6th excerpt:
Sam paged through a few, checking the amounts and remembering what Dean had sternly taught him. Sam had no use for the money himself; he was able to survive off what he found, but Dean had refused to take no for an answer.
It’s what I’m good for, right? Teachin’ my little brother the ropes?
“Sam, I…” Dean’s tone said that he wanted to explain, to beg for forgiveness, to apologize…
Sam cut him off. “Dean. I need you to do exactly what I say. I know you want to help, and this is what you can do. Put us on the nightstand. Get us a bottlecap of water and a sliver of ice, and a damp washcloth. Then I need you to stay away.”
His eyes met the panicked green ones above. The guilt welled up in Dean at the blatant verbal slap from Sam. He’s right though, Dean’s thoughts whispered insidiously. You’re no use to them. You’ll only get in the way. You’re their biggest danger.
You always will be.
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November 5th excerpt:
Sam glanced up, grinning to see Jacob returned. “Hey!” The coffee had done its magic, waking him up and giving him the energy to face the day.
Then Sam saw how many books Jacob had in his arms, and his eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “Did you bring the entire Library of Congress in from the car at once?”
November 4th excerpt:
Jacob couldn’t help one more glance at the table before he headed out the door, watching Sam set back down to research. It grated against him to leave someone so small and vulnerable alone in the room. A distant memory returned to him, of the first time he’d ever contacted Sam and Dean over the phone. Dean’s proud, stubborn voice insisting that Sam was a hunter in his own right.
And no one will ever say differently.
Brothers Apart 