March 3rd excerpt:

Rischa led him by the hand to the window, and indeed there was Dean, sauntering among the home trees with casual steps that Jacob knew were actually watched carefully. When visiting a village of people who considered four inches pretty tall, you had to be cautious.

And Jacob was understanding why. Perspective might as well have slapped him in the face. Even off the ground, seeing Dean at this scale was intimidating at first. Jacob knew he could trust the guy with his life without question, but there was a small spark in him that said big was danger. A simple glance at Dean was enough to see the power a human could hold over sprite-sized folk.

March 20th excerpt: 

Sam almost held his breath as the human came into view. Footsteps that looked like normal steps sent vibrations through the ground, shaking him all the where from where he was hiding in the shadow of the backpack. The sight of the immense guy stretching sent chills up his back.

The kid was tall.

He was clearly younger than Sam, his features softer. That wouldn’t matter very much, unfortunately. Sam couldn’t be longer than a finger, if that.

March 13th excerpt: 

Sam stared down at the ground again, his face flushed. “I – I dunno,” he answered quietly. He scuffed his boots against the ground, afraid to admit how scared he was. If they were right, and the world certainly seemed to be on their side, he was small.

And if Dean hadn’t been hit by the same thing, and Sam devoutly hoped he hadn’t, he would be huge.

Big enough to pick Sam up between two fingers without a problem, or close his hand around any of the sprites that were helping.

Sam rubbed his eyes, exhausted. “Be really careful, okay?” he told Cerul seriously. “Dean’ll be real upset if he can’t find me. Dad said he’s supposed to watch me if he’s out, and it’ll be all Dean’s fault that I got attacked.”