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.