September 17th excerpt:
“Dude, I told you,” Dean grumbled at Sam. “Batman is way better than Superman. He doesn’t even need superpowers to fight crime!”
Sam rolled his eyes where he was draped against Dean’s neck, comfortably propped up. “No, just a few billion dollars to make up for it. Superman is using his natural strength instead of all these extra toys!”
September 16th excerpt:
That dog had been a thorn in his side for weeks. Logan glared at what he could see of Rumsfeld over the edge of the nightstand. Damn dog didn’t bark at Sam like a chew toy.
Maybe there was something to that.
September 14th excerpt:
“Someone who vanished?” Sam repeated hollowly, his own past flashing through his mind. “Lots of people vanish. No one ever comes looking for them, though.”
September 13th excerpt:
Lunch for the day was pizza. Sam was near the end of the line, impatiently tapping his feet as he waited for the lunch ladies to slowly dole out the sub-par food. Most students complained, but it was a nice change from what he and Dean ate at the motel, depending on the day.
After he had his pizza, apple slices and soda, Sam glanced around for the kids he knew, then took a second to drop a bit of the apple in his pocket, then walked quickly over to the table to take a seat with the others.
September 12th excerpt:
“Hey!” Sam called out, spotting Marissa from class.
She smiled back at him. “Better hurry, Sam,” she called back. “Can’t be late!”
Speeding up his gait to keep up, Sam blended into the mass of kids as they re-entered the classrooms after a day away.
Lol, thanks!
As for Sam, they were pretty disoriented after Jacob put the Impala down after carrying them through the forest, and after their time hunting a wendigo Sam’s been working on improving their methods of surviving in the forest.
Great trackers, bad navigators. But Dean always has his M&Ms.
September 11th excerpt:
Before they reached the school, Dean paused and knelt down next to Sam.
“Be careful today,” he warned in a low voice, sliding Sam’s backpack off and handing it over. “If anything happens and you need me, I’m not far.”
“I’ll be fine,” Sam insisted.
Dean huffed. “For once you’re not the one I’m worried about.”
September 10th excerpt:
“You can’t let anyone see him,” Dean talked fast, both brothers walking with rapid, long strides to cut down on time without a flat-out run across the field and forest between the motel and the school. “If they grab, they might hurt the kid. We need to look out for him until we can get him back where he belongs.”
“I know,” Sam said with that unique way kids have of sounding completely exasperated with their family for pointing out the obvious.
September 9th excerpt:
Oscar tumbled over once, then twice, unable to counter the tilt of Sam’s hand. He landed with a gasp at the bottom of the pocket, and lay still to watch the hand retreat. Once it was gone, Sam’s face replaced the view above.
“Oh no,“ he murmured, squirming around until he could find a sense of balance. The pocket was made of cozy fabric but it swayed with every step. He never could have prepared for anything like it.
Sam is a BIG fan of mother henning his Jacob, it would be a struggle to let the little guy go free to wander!
Jacob might be fine with hanging out with other little guys. They would at least understand and help him out. There’d be a lot of tol folks around, though, and after all the grief he dealt with without Sam or Bowman as a buffer, he’d be sticking close to one of them if he could. He could chill with Oscar.
Brothers Apart 