May 2nd excerpt:
Sam groaned as he pushed the hair out of his face. “What the hell,” he croaked. As his vision cleared up, he scrambled to his feet in surprise at his surroundings.
Everything. Was. His size.
And beyond all that, Jacob was standing in a crib.
“I think I need coffee,” Sam groaned. He buried his head in his hands for a minute. “Jacob, that really you there?” he mumbled around his fingers.
May 1st excerpt:
Time for rest, time for sleep, time to keep you in a heap.
April 30th excerpt:
“Holy shit,” Jacob whispered. He barely needed to glance around to know that Sam’s hand was a lot bigger than Dean’s. Jacob may have been dwarfed in Dean’s palm, but he was even smaller in Sam’s.
For a guy that was normally four inches tall, Sam loomed overhead more than Dean ever could. Warm hazel eyes stared down at him, reflecting back his worry.
“Holy shit, Sam.” Jacob remained sitting on a massive lifeline, certain that he’d just topple over again if he tried to stand. His legs weren’t strong enough.
April 29th excerpt:
“Life isn’t about what’s deserved. Or what’s fair. No, this is about what’s needed. For everyone. If everyone got what they deserved, Dean wouldn’t have been abandoned by his father. You wouldn’t be cursed. And Jakey would be living a normal life with his family.”
April 28th excerpt:
Bowman grinned, both sheepish and entertained. “Jiria will probably try to bop me for not telling her I was going.” He didn’t sound overly concerned by the statement even as he said it. After all, it was for a very good reason. Besides, if she wanted to bop him, she’d have to catch him first.
“The king of ‘bops’ getting bopped? Unheard off.” Dean laughed as he leaned back. A quick glance to the nightstand revealed Sam and Jacob both out cold and safe on the shirt, letting him relax. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out when you get back. Hopefully it won’t take us too long to get you back to her to tell you what’s what. Everyone wants Jacob back to normal.”
April 27th excerpt:
Sam went to jump out as it came up next to his beam, almost tripping over himself in his surprise. It was just a mouse. He let out a laugh of relief as it sniffled at his jacket sleeve, bright eyes blinking up at him. “Holy crap, I thought you were a rat.” Sam brushed a hand over the rounded ears. Mice weren’t dangerous to him or Bowman. “You should be more careful. Where’s your family?”
April 26th excerpt:
“Dean! Wait!” Sam shouted. He pointed down next to the leg of the dresser. “That should work.”
That happened to be a peeling piece of the old wallpaper that covered the walls of the room. Under the curling corner at the bottom, instead of drywall, there was a blackness that almost seemed darker than night.
April 25th excerpt:
He wished he knew what to say. An apology didn’t seem to fit.
Sorry your life has sucked for the last fourteen years, enjoy the rest of it that way, too was just a mean joke.
April 24th excerpt:
Dean grumbled in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering open briefly in the chill air of the motel room. Wondering what had woken him, his eyes briefly wandered over to the nightstand. “ ‘ammy?” he mumbled.
When he spotted the still, sleeping form of his little brother curled up on the nightstand next to Bowman with the extra-small Jacob presumably curled between them, he smiled. Settling back down, he let himself sink back into his pillows, absently scratching at a flutter near his stomach. Dean yawned, slowly passing back into sleep.
April 23rd excerpt:
“Spry little Sammy. Even I’ve got to admit, the kid’s got style. But what’s the first thing that’ll happen to him if a kid spots him?“
Brothers Apart 