April 17th excerpt:
The ride was uneventful. Jacob remained in Sam’s bag, finding it simpler than trying to climb out only to be rolled around in the pocket by every little movement. Despite feeling silly huddled in the satchel, he felt a lot more secure that way.
Even if it meant he was stuck on Sam’s lap while he dozed, fluffy brown bangs covering his eyes.
April 15th excerpt:
He looked over and saw that Bowman was smiling faintly at him. “Oh, what? You’re just jealous you don’t have a portable Jacob to carry around,” he quipped, earning a tired snicker from the sprite.
“Oh, it’s really too bad we can’t make your picture. Rischa would just shriek if she saw this,” Bowman teased.
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 24th excerpt:
He brushed against Sam’s arm when he was shifting in place under the green canopy. With a mumble, Sam rolled a little closer, his arm landing over Jacob’s small body. Jacob flinched in surprise from the sudden appearance of an arm longer than his body. It was only a moment before Sam shifted again, pulling the small hunter closer by instinct as soon as the shivers that wracked his body were noticed even in the depths of sleep.
Sam buried his head next to Jacob under the blankets, effectively pinning him to his chest the way one would a teddy bear at night. His grip was gentle, keeping away from the sore and bruised ribs that the tiny hunter was nursing. Sam gave a brief mumble of contentment before he fully drifted into sleep again.
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March 18th excerpt:
Sam held up a hand next to Jacob, marveling at the size of his own fingers compared to the other hunter. “I guess so,” he said in agreement. “Guess this means I’ll be safe hanging out on the alarm clocks in the room.” Curious, he held his hand close to Jacob, wanting to see the difference in scale between their hands.
Dean came back over with a plate stacked with a burger, french fries, apple sticks and the salad, watching with fascination as Sam held out his hand. Considering that Sam’s hand would barely cover the tip of Dean’s own fingertip– and that was only if he stretched his fingers out as far as they’d go– it was nothing short of amazing to see it eclipse someone else’s hand, a hand that was so small Dean couldn’t make out the fingers from where he was standing.
Brothers Apart 