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Aww, the poor cozy burrow, opened up to the elements! Sam would feel bad when he sees all the work they put into the place, like their carefully tended pit of coals and all the basket weaving the elders were working on with the youngest kiddos.

Poor Jacob at that scale is more along the lines of a natural disaster. The tiny borrowers can’t tell what he’s saying, and for him, Sam will have to tell him that the littlest tiny moving things on the ground are actually people. He’ll have to retreat to the other side of the field while Sam sorts things out so he doesn’t accidentally cause them more harm.

Sam is the Jacob-whisperer.

If anyone feels up to writing something for this, feel more than free! Submissions are always open, and just drop a line if you want it to be anonymous.

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August 6th excerpt:

He opened up a pocket on his shirt. Flipping his grip so he dangled the little guy by his trapped legs over the cloth enclosure, he gave him one last dismissive statement.

“I’ll deal with you later.”

He dropped Sam into his pocket and fastened it shut.

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August 5th excerpt:

“Goddammit! ” Dean cursed at the sight of Jacob and Sam both bloodied. It was over with so fast, he’d barely realized what was happening before the man was slicing down on Jacob’s arm.

Where Sam was.

Forgetting about the sprites and the plan to lie low until Bowman and Jacob were free, Dean yanked out his own knife, the matching brother to Sam’s, ready to charge in.

Sam.

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( Figured I’d combine all of these into one post since they all go together, really )

You got it! The bad guy for #coth is none other than Logan Guthrie, the main antagonist of Fairy Tales: Bowman of Wellwood! For anyone who’s read that story, you’ll know that he’s pretty irrational when it comes to the sprites, and now… it’s time to find out exactly what would happen if we put him up against none other than Dean Winchester in a fight for the Wellwood forest.

As for

#coth, for each story excerpt we put up, the second tag on it is the acronym of the story name. For example, we have #trnt for all excerpts for The Road Not Taken. It makes it easy for me to organize a link for anyone to check out certain story excerpts, and it’s also a hint at the story names that might appear in the poll.

Which brings us to the last question! Normally, we’re not going to share the story name ahead of time, but today I’ll make an exception. I’m very proud of this name (we came a long way from the beginning when the names were ‘Family Ties’ and ‘Chasing Family’). Logan and Dean will be starring together in Clash of the Hunters!

Of course, you still don’t know which AU this will take place in 😉 There’s so many choices with a tall Dean and a small Sam.

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August 3rd excerpt:

Wary of standing on any unaware human, Sam chose to climb Jacob first to give him a heads up. The thick hoodie fabric made it an easy climb.

Sam sprang up. “Jacob,” he hissed. He was close enough to the young human’s ear that he didn’t need to talk in a normal voice. “Hey.”

Sam put a hand against his neck. “So, I guess you need some more rescuing.”

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August 2nd excerpt:

“Good thing we have a secret weapon, then, right?” Sam said with a glint in his eye.

Dean shifted, trying to catch sight of Sam. “He’ll see me coming, and he’s expecting sprites,” he agreed. “I doubt he knows that anyone like Sam even exists.”

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All we can say is there are future plans for this AU, so you’ll be hearing more from them! We can’t say anything further for risk of spoilers.

Sam and Dean would not forget a friend like that. How often do you find another person that stands on the same scale as Sammy?

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July 31st excerpt:

Dean packed everything he could into the duffel. It was at least an hour’s hike to get to where Jacob met up with Bowman, and further than that if they needed to go all the way to the village. They might not have time to make it all the way back to the car if things went to hell.

He hefted the duffel up to a shoulder. “Ready, pint-size?” he asked his younger brother, who was sitting on his right shoulder like normal.

“As I’ll ever be.”