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. 

April 19th excerpt:

Dean’s pocket was taller than Oscar, but for a kid who grew up knowing how to climb, that was more of an inconvenience than a hindrance. He hoisted himself to his feet, and then some. Hand over hand, Oscar pulled himself up to the edge of the pocket with a heavy heartbeat cheering him on just inches away.

The pocket flap gave him trouble. Oscar reached the top edge and clung to it with one hand. The other pushed against the flap awkwardly, letting in sporadic bursts of outside light before it fumbled back into place.

May 21st excerpt: 

Jacob sat at the bottom of the pocket for a long while, letting his food settle and trying not to think about the fact that he was stowed in a pocket. If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like a hammock. A hammock with a huge heart pounding not far away and a sway lent to it by huge lungs filling with air, but a hammock nonetheless. The sensations filled him with unease. Jacob wondered how he’d ever get used to this.

May 14th excerpt: 

The creak of a car door opening, so familiar in his not-so-distant memory, made Jacob freeze. He clung desperately to the weave of the fabric around him as Dean’s body shifted and angled with the motions of getting into a car. Jacob had never imagined he’d learn what that felt like to pocket change. He flinched at the sound of the door slamming closed again, and the silence afterwards closed in around him.

“D-Dean, please,” Jacob blurted, trying again to stand in the pocket now that only Dean’s breathing and heartbeat disturbed it. He was mostly successful, by clinging to the fabric and twining his fingers between the threads.

April 13th excerpt: 

Jacob was treated to a brief glimpse of the way Bowman saw the world. With the small town arrayed around them and the painted horizon circling them, it almost didn’t matter that the ground was so far away. Jacob knew that if he had wings of his own, even that detail wouldn’t faze him. Bowman belonged in the air, his vibrant green wings glistening in the sunlight that fed him more energy to keep right on flying. His heartbeat continued in its relieved, elated rhythm.

February 18th excerpt:

The fabric of the pocket shifted around Sam, and for a moment he thought it was Dean waking up. But he soon came to realize that the surface they lay on was steady. Dean’s chest rose and fell with a slowness only found in sleep, his heartbeat constant.

Jacob.

Sam’s eyes snapped open and he instinctively grabbed Jacob’s ankle before his younger brother could get all the way out of the pocket.

“Whatareyoudoing?” Sam mumbled, blinking blearily.

May 4th excerpt:

Playing along with the tiny kids, Dean moved his hand so it was directly against where his heart was hidden away in his chest. “How’s it sound from here?” He’d be lying if he wasn’t fascinated in the answer.

“Now I can really hear it!” the nestling confirmed. Now that they were closer, the young sprites shifted towards the huge wall that was Dean’s chest, tilting their heads towards it. They were fascinated by the sound, something they had never heard at such a scale before.

The little girl leaned her head against Dean briefly, her eyes widening at how much that amplified the sound of his heart beating away. The whole thing was bigger than the sprites there, possibly all of them together. The girl leaned back to stare straight up at him with a fascinated grin. “I can even feel it! Your heart is so big!”