October 15th excerpt:

Going back to the beginning of the book once more, Sam propped it against his chest as he walked closer to Jacob. He read it out loud, watching Jacob’s fingers punch in the numbers as he spoke. “You’ll want me on the line,” Sam warned before Jacob hit SEND. “Bobby takes as kindly as Dean to strangers calling him.”

Jacob smirked and let that be his show of understanding. He remembered his first phone call to the brothers, laced with distrust for him even having their number until he revealed he was Bowman’s friend.

October 13th excerpt:

Sam turned in place, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow to see Jacob just standing there with the salt. “Are you just gonna stand there and smell the daisies?” Sam asked testily. He mimed pouring salt in front of the door, shaking an invisible container in a line to demonstrate what he meant. “Salt in front of the door and windows, and do a line across the vent for good measure. We need to keep out what we can, considering how this case started.” 

October 12th excerpt:

Once Sam was down on the surface of the table, Jacob opened the bag to find the aforementioned laptop. He set it down and opened the top, marveling that someone who could curl up to nap on the trackpad had instructed him to set it up. Usually, his encounters with smaller folk didn’t involve much technology unless he wanted to hear all about how it had to be run by magic of some kind. Bowman didn’t believe that something could run on the same energy that sparked in the sky during a storm.

He also left Dean’s notebook near the computer before taking the bag and stepping back. It was hard to look away from someone so small who didn’t care how many corners everything had.

Why would he care? He’s not a sprite, he’s from places like this.

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Once everyone had their drink in hand, Dean offered up a toast. “Here’s to getting our resident Sasquatch back to properly towering over everyone around.”

“A-goddamn-men to that,” Jacob agreed, lifting his silvery handmade cup in cheers. He was so, so ready to get back to normal after his misadventure. Bowman shifted his own bottle cap (which was like a washbasin to Jacob) in an awkward imitation of the others, glancing at them to make sure he got it right.

Jacob had to chuckle. Bowman at least knew what a toast was because he’d had it explained to him before. Multiple times. He was shaky on the purpose of some human traditions, and Jacob was often at a loss for what to tell him. After all, a lot of human traditions came out of freaking nowhere.

Of course, in such cases, Bowman was never short of commentary on how silly that was.

Jacob took a drink, slowly savoring the mix of flavors in the beer. It was a local brew, and one of his favorites. Now that they were all past the mix up at the store, he had a chance to appreciate the fact that Dean had taken him up on his recommendation. Bowman took a drink of the stuff too, and Jacob grinned to see the sprite’s usual appreciative reaction to it. Seeing it in such a scale was interesting, too.

Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”

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October 11th excerpt:

“Uh. Okay,” Jacob replied, still staring at Sam and making no moves. Holy. Shit. Not only was he thinking about stealing someone’s car, he was going to take instructions on how to do it from someone that fit in his pocket. Someone who’d just had to strain to pull up the lock on the car door was more ready to take off with that car than Jacob was.

He tried not to think about how defensive Dean had been about the car earlier. Or how many weapons he had.

October 9th excerpt:

Despite knowing it was rude to stare, Jacob kept his eyes on Sam’s progress until the small form disappeared into the opening. Once he was out of sight, it was like he’d never been there. Jacob pushed himself up and brushed off his hands, marveling at what he’d just seen. If he were to look under the car again, he would almost miss that little opening.

Cars weren’t supposed to have tiny entrances like that, but it wasn’t the first surprise he’d gotten from the brothers. It wasn’t even the strangest surprise. Jacob returned to his feet and made his way to the driver door, peeking in the windows and wondering if he’d catch sight of Sam walking around in there.

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Oh man! XD I can’t imagine how unimpressed with this idea Jacob would be once Dean popped up with it with that shit-eating grin on his face. Those little swords were great when making sets as a kid, but when he’s small enough to use one for a weapon… not cool, Dean. Not cool.

Having a cup his size to drink out of might be cool, but could it outweigh the groans of exasperation for those little swords? Who even knows. Poor Jacob would rather no one give Dean these ideas, please.

October 8th excerpt:

Jacob jolted at the sight of that mean-looking little fishhook soaring into the air. His lips parted and he lowered his head so he could see the underbelly of the car easier. To his astonishment, the hook caught on a small, nondescript opening in the metal, and the line pulled taut in Sam’s grip.

Holy shit, Jacob thought, an amazed smile sneaking onto his face. He couldn’t help it. That was badass.

While Sam scurried up the climbing line like it was as easy as breathing, Jacob watched in awed silence. Bowman would never be able to do something like that. He had enough trouble climbing on the fabric of Jacob’s hoodie and had to be rescued if he fell into the hood itself. Jacob doubted Sam would have the same trouble with it.