October 4th excerpt: 

Jacob noticed the pressure of teeny hands on his face at last. His brow furrowed and he flinched away, startled awake at last. Leaves and grass rustled underneath his movements.

One hand rushed in to scoop up the source of his waking, to keep Bowman out of the way while his other hand propped him up. Jacob didn’t want to accidentally knock the little guy over. Most people might just swat at a feeling like that, but Jacob had gotten used to it. If he was out in the forest, he wouldn’t swat at an unknown tickle until he was sure it wasn’t a sprite.

When he was sitting up and blinking the sleep away, Jacob finally registered a couple things about the squirming shape in his hand. Brown hair instead of green, pale skin instead of brown… no wings. Oh…

April 14th excerpt:

Bowman smirked. “He’s the only one around without wings in the way so he introduced us all to piggyback rides, as he calls them.”

That brought a smile to Dean’s face as he remembered the years growing up with Sam. “He did?” He laughed slightly. “Man, when he was little he always used to ask for piggyback rides. He was such a scrawny kid when he was growing up.”

Dean held out his hand to approximate how tall Sam used to be before the curse, then hesitated. “Well, I guess he’s smaller now,” Dean admitted mulishly, remembering just how light Sam was in his hand.