April 3rd excerpt:

Bowman flinched, jolting him out of his luxuriant snooze. Sunlight, while technically providing energy for a wood sprite, also had a tendency to be very relaxing. Combine that with the fact that Bowman was lying on a gigantic bed, and it wasn’t so strange that he’d dozed off there.

Only to be greeted by a lot of red and something settling over his body and wings. Bowman pushed himself upright in surprise, reflexively drawing his wings close. He pushed at the red material, recognizing it as thick cloth and plenty of it. As Dean’s words finally filtered into the confused sprite’s mind, he scowled and began his search for the edge of the expanse of fabric.

“Blast it, Dean, Pray to a rock!” he groused loudly, fumbling a little thanks to the plush surface beneath him.

April 2nd excerpt:

Sam stepped up next to Jacob. “Could you grab me a jacket?” he called up to his older brother. It would just waste time they needed for him to go grab one himself at this point, and he wanted to stick as close to Jacob as he could.

Dean nodded distractedly, already going over in his mind what they’d need. He snagged one of Sam’s tan jackets out of the little cloth bag of belongings, and took a second to dig the tiny, hand crafted knife out of the dirty jacket with careful, adept fingers. He handed both down to Sam while he went to get the rest of his stuff ready.

April 1st excerpt:

After a few minutes of typing diligently away and loading up various pages, Sam realized he could feel eyes on him with more focus than before. A slight flush rose to his face, and he didn’t turn around at first, continuing to work despite the fact that he knew both of the other humans were watching him.

Sam used the arrow key to scroll down on his current page, putting off the time until he turned around to give his bright red blushing a chance to die down. Once he was sure it would be safe, he turned and paused.

The difference between Dean and Jacob couldn’t be more obvious. Dean almost took up Sam’s entire line of sight resting his head on his arms a few inches away from the laptop to watch Sam work. Jacob, on the other hand, was a small figure sitting on the thick plastic of the older Dell Inspiron, a few inches away from the trackpad. He wasn’t supposed to be so small. He was supposed to be bigger even than Dean, and it was unsettling. Sam would much rather have both his humans looming overhead as they were meant to.

March 31st excerpt:

There was something about seeing his own familiar phone on a huge scale, held easily in a hand that was even bigger. Jacob always knew his phone was on the little side, but it was a weird show of perspective to have it look both dwarfed in Dean’s grip and big enough that if it closed on him, it would crush him.

“Yeah, I mean, they’ll worry I might get cranky if I don’t get enough sleep,” he answered flatly, before looking back at the screen and sighing faintly. “Just, uh. Okay, tell her ‘vacationing with Lisongs,’ that should be enough.” He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, weirded out by the fact that he was asking someone else to do something as simple as send a text for him.

Dean’s thumb was bigger than Jacob, and as it navigated the buttons and punched out a simple message, he couldn’t help but wonder how much damage that much pressure would do if Jacob got in the way of it.

March 30th excerpt:

Jacob took a few careful steps forward, but he barely made it to Dean’s first knuckle before he stumbled and pitched forward. He tumbled head over heels onto Dean’s hand and a whuff of air rushed out of his lungs. He rolled to a stop on his back, his eyes wide and staring straight up. A few deep breaths restored his bearings, enough to realize he’d fallen right to the base of Dean’s fingers.

“Well that’s one way to do it,” he tried to play it off, but felt his cheeks heating up from the clumsy mishap.

Dean couldn’t hold in a chuckle at the abashed Jacob on his palm. As Sam grabbed his satchel, leaving his dirtied jacket behind, Dean shifted the hand a little so the flesh around Jacob was cupped, keeping him safely away from any edges as long as the fingers remained closed. It was strange to see how some of the wrinkles on his palm loomed over Jacob while he was lying flat on his back. Dean was careful not to pinch any of those tiny limbs as he shifted.

“Maybe you should let Sam give you some pointers,” Dean joked. “I think he’s the leading expert on standing on hands around here. He could even show you a thing or two about climbing.”

March 29th excerpt:

Switching back to Bowman, Sam grinned even brighter. “It could be worse. If we thought you had a ghost in you, you’d have Dean chasing you around with the salt and trying to chase it out. Or sneaking salt into your fruit, that way when you ate it the ghost would leave.”

The disgusted look on Bowman’s face, seen in a large scale like that, was absolutely priceless. The sprite straightened with his wings rigid as if he were actually offended by the very thought of ruining fruit like that. “You wouldn’t do something like that,” the sprite insisted, sounding as put off as he looked, and finally drew a laugh from Jacob.

“You say that,” he replied between chuckles, “but you have no idea.”

March 28th excerpt:

Jacob didn’t move a muscle. Even Dean’s most careful steps rattled in the nightstand. He wondered what it would feel like if Dean actually had his shoes on. Jacob barely breathed. That hand, laden with a huge basin of water, was like a low flying plane coming ever closer.

Dean knelt and lowered the soap dish to the center of the nightstand, placing it lightly on the surface. “Okay, so just let me know if you need anything else. I’ll just be doing research…” He figured they didn’t want him sticking around, so he shifted in place, readying himself to stand back up.

March 27th excerpt:

“Maybe if you get some coffee you’ll start waking up with the dawn. You might be able to keep up with me then.” He gave Bowman a grin.

Bowman sent Sam a sharp look then, his wings actually bristling at the challenge. “Keep up with you?” he echoed, sounding like he really didn’t believe what he heard. Then again, as someone who prided himself on being the fastest and most skilled flyer in his village, he might actually not believe it. “I’ll race circles around you,” he asserted with pride, though he grinned good-naturedly.

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Not in the mornings you won’t,” he retorted.

March 26th excerpt:

Sam turned his attention to the relaxed sprite too, giving a partial smile at the sleepy demeanor. “So, still not a morning person?” Sam asked as brightly as he could fake, knowing that a happy-go-lucky attitude like that could piss off anyone that wasn’t a morning person. Needling Bowman would be a good distraction.

Bowman turned a tired, exasperated gaze in Sam’s direction. A bright tone like that was just too much. It shouldn’t be possible, this soon after waking, for him to even hear such nonsense. “No,” he answered simply, letting the blunt word carry sass with it rather than crafting more of an answer. It was too early for it.

March 25th excerpt:

Dean reached forward, stroking Sam’s back with a light finger to wake him. “Hey, kiddo.”

With a small groan, Sam peered up at Dean, flinching from the light. “Whuu…”

As quietly as he could to avoid waking the others, Dean went on. “You might want to loosen up a little on your teddy bear there,” he told Sam, hiding a smile at the confusion.