February 28th excerpt:
Jacob definitely heard the tone in Dean’s voice. There was a smirk bigger than Dallas on the hunter’s face right now, and Jacob knew it. Not that he wouldn’t expect it. Perhaps it could be considered funny, if he weren’t the butt of the joke. He wouldn’t say anything to offend the folks who were used to being this small, but… he definitely liked being tall better.
That damned shit-eating grin on Dean’s face was probably bigger than he was right now.
November 19th excerpt:
Dean’s fingers encircled Sam, surrounding him on all sides. There was a pinch around Sam’s waist as Dean carefully tightened his grip, then he started to pull upwards.
For a moment, Sam didn’t think it was going to work. Or, if it did, it would only work after Dean had to apply too much pressure.
Then, his feet slid out of his boots, and he found himself dangling in midair with only socks on. Sam gave Dean a flat glare when he saw the hunter snicker at him.
“Dude!” Sam complained, kicking a foot towards the shit-eating grin on Dean’s face.
Brothers Apart 