September 27th excerpt:

Jacob glanced up at the bench, though of course he couldn’t see their total pile of found cash from the floor. He knew it certainly felt like they’d combed every inch. It was amazing how much they’d managed to find. He grinned and looked over at Sam, knowing he probably wouldn’t chime in. Ever since they’d joined Dean in his traveling hunting profession, Sam had had a harder time than Jacob asking for things he liked or wanted.

Jacob was working on helping with that. After all, Dean was clearly willing to help them out, and a resource like that was rare to people like them. So he called up, “Sam wanted a bag of M&Ms, how about it?”

“H-hey!” Sam blurted. He elbowed Jacob in the side. “I never said that!”

The teeny little Jake in the horror story isn’t quite that small… his friends give him an estimated height of about an inch and a half, but they don’t have any rulers around to measure him by. Small enough to be a teddy bear to a man four inches tall (Sam’s claimed), yet still big enough to manage some interaction with Dean without any outside help, so long as the hunter is paying close attention.

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September 26th excerpt:

Sam rolled his eyes. “I guess we can count it as a tie,” he said dryly. “I’ll let your awful aim slide just this once. But you might end up with Dean trying to teach you how to aim the next time he gets the chance. Since, y’know, you can’t hit the broadside of a barn and all that.”

The hunter out in the open shifted his position on the bench while Sam was talking. The boot closest to them scrapped along the floor, and this time when Dean’s hand came into view, he was clearly stretching to reach the wayward coin.

“Did one of you get into the whiskey before we got here?” came a curious tone. A finger caught the coin just at the edge, dragging it along the floor so he’d be able to reach it without having to get up.

September 25th excerpt:

The brothers both had their own ways of searching, and the room once more fell into a companionable quiet while everyone digested their food and relaxed. The case had them tense, and a moment to regroup in the safety of the room was welcome.

Sam stiffened, and then read over the passage on the screen. And again. He paced restlessly in front of the screen, sending a quick glance at Dean and glad his older brother’s knack only worked on where they were, and didn’t let him read minds.

Dean wasn’t going to like this.

I’m pretty skittish, so I’d probably freeze right up if I saw them in my house. Dean would be dragging Sam out as fast as he can, ushering his little brother into the walls. I’m sure they’d have Jacob close by, so I’d have to keep an eye out for really tall lurkers wearing hoodies who are trying to be sneaky (Dean’s making him work on that).

September 24th excerpt:

Sam let his head fall against his chest, closing his eyes in concentration. “We need to research,” he said. “I can’t think of anything in Dad’s journal that matches this.”

“Maybe we missed something,” Dean said.

September 23rd excerpt:

“Holy shit he’s gonna do it. Holy shit.”

He barely got the words out before the wall a foot and a half away from them practically exploded inward. Jacob’s boot retreated from the strong kick and the parts of the drywall that he’d splintered sagged. Light broke in and illuminated the angrily stirring dust.

Sam scowled at the sight of the light pouring into the walls, but he couldn’t do anything about it except for stalk forward to use the new ‘entrance.’ He stepped carefully over the broken debris, waving a hand in front to try and dispel the dust particles clogging the air. A slight shudder hit him at how easy it was for Jacob to break down pathways that might have been peacefully used for years before this day.

September 21st excerpt:

“Dean?” Sam whispered, half greeting and half question.

“I can take care of myself, y’know,” Dean griped, taking a step back as the shadows moved with him. “I don’t need a nanny to go through the walls!”

“We shouldn’t split up here,” Sam answered. “We need to stick together. There could be anything in the walls here, and with nothing to do with the case.”