July 14th excerpt:

Sam spotted the look on Dean’s face, and his white-knuckled grip on the wheel. “Why don’t you turn on some Metallica?” he hissed quietly, remembering something Dean had confided in him long ago. A way to calm down.

Dean scrunched his eyes open to respond and immediately wished he hadn’t as the car lifted off the ground, out of control of either brother. Jacob was now in control, completely.

July 13th excerpt:

When he was ready, Jacob reached hesitantly for the car. Suddenly it looked so small, and it contained the only two people in the world who trusted him at the moment. He felt like some kind of movie monster, reaching for them in their car like that.

Finally, his hands reached the shining black car, settling in next to each bumper. Working slowly, Jacob slid his fingertips underneath the front and rear of the car to lift it up, while trying not to rock it back and forth too much. He concentrated, and eventually the Impala lifted away from the ground with both of his giant hands cradled underneath.

Jacob’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the roof of the car. He paused, and then stood slowly, as carefully as he could. He could only imagine Sam and Dean’s faces right now.

July 12th excerpt:

“Do you really think we should leave the Impala here with the truck?” Sam asked in concern, his brow furrowed. “It’s a dead giveaway if they do find the truck, and we won’t be anywhere close to stop them from towing her.”

“Dean… thanks,” Jacob cut in, before the conversation could steer any further away. He wanted to make sure that the brothers knew how much it meant that they were so willing to help him, despite the trouble it might bring to them. Trouble like someone connecting their car to the truck burglary.

The car, at least, was something Jacob could possibly help with.

“If you don’t want to leave your car where it’s hard to get to…”

May 16th excerpt:

Jacob got into the huge, shining black 1967 Impala parked at the curb, settling onto the bench seat with a sigh. The key was in the ignition before he glanced down at his pocket with a grin. “Back on the road again,” he announced, before turning the key with a roar of the engine.

The flap of the pocket shifted, and Sam was the first one out. Normally, the brothers would already be on Jacob’s shoulder, or hiding in a hoodie to keep out of sight from Mariana. There was no way to know her reaction to finding out that tiny people were real, and with Mike being a cop, the brothers chose to avoid any situations that might result in discovery. He seemed like a nice enough man, but if the police discovered littles, people everywhere could be put in danger.

“Shotgun!” Sam shouted, off like a shot. Dean was left behind in the dust, and Sam used the thick threads of Jacob’s shirt to climb his way over to the right shoulder.

Dean hauled himself up, nowhere near as fast. “Dammit,” he huffed. “That’s my spot.”