You got it! And earned everyone a sneak peek of a very fun ride from start to finish, Shadows on the Wall.

It started slow, a thickening of the darkness that edged the room. The shadows in the corner of the room darkened so much that even Sam’s eyes, adjusted to the stark darkness found in the walls, might not cut through them. The barrier between the light and the dark became a study in contrasts.

And then the shadow moved.

With a creeping, gradual pace, the shadow started to ooze over the ground. If they looked straight-on at it, all they’d see was a slight darkening against the eclectically colored rug. Out of the corner of Sam’s eye, he could see it for what it was; a single form, congealing from darkness itself. It slithered on its stomach like a snake, its path clear.

When it reached the table Dean was sitting on, the darkness vanished into the shadows underneath. The parts that had fallen behind soon followed, making even that darkness solidify.

Dean, contentedly reading their father’s journal and trusting the people sharing the room with him, didn’t spot his danger.

The shadows rippled, and began to coil up Jacob’s recently-vacated chair. Tendrils curled and pulled itself up. This time, it wasn’t formless like before. This time, a distinct shape started to take form. A torso could be seen with a head dipping down towards Dean’s spot.

Two arms rippled into existence, walling Dean in.

And that was what alerted him at last.

Dean leapt out of his seat as he saw the two black arms suddenly snap into solid existence. He stared up defiantly at the shadow, his knife in hand. “Sam!” he called out, trying to see where his little brother was, afraid this creature had already taken the others.

Finally realizing that he stood alone against the monster.

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.

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 22nd excerpt:

“D’you know which direction they’d have gone? Maybe a section of wall I could knock on or something?”

“They’re, ahh…” Dean scanned the walls, remembering what side the room was on when he was running through the dark. There had been a few turns, and Sam had gone in the opposite direction back…

Then he remembered he didn’t have to remember where they’d gone and bother with mapping out the innards of the house. He knew where they were at this very second.

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.”

September 20th excerpt:

Sam brushed his hand along the wallpaper until he found where the edge sealed to the wall. A corner was curling up from the floor, a handprint clearly visible to Sam’s dark-trained eyes. Dean. So he had found his way into the wall. Hopefully this meant he didn’t know how much Sam had told the others. Dean didn’t need anything else weighing down his shoulders. There was only so much one person could take before collapsing.

September 19th excerpt:

Dean cut off mid-sentence, his entire body stiffening. Scenes that had played out months ago ran through his mind, reminding him of the time his size had been turned on him, shoved in his face over and over again.

You already know I’m under four inches tall, what more do you need? I know I’m the shortest one here, isn’t that enough?!

September 18th excerpt:

Jacob stepped towards the desk, and his movements were heralded by creaking in the wood floors. When he knelt, his occupied hand moved closer to his chest to avoid sending Dean toppling, and then the other planted on the floor while he tilted his head to get a better angle on the cabinet. “What do ya think, Sam, worth checking out?”

Sam couldn’t quite hide a smile at that, turning the question right around on Jacob with expert practice from years of handling Dean. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell us?”

Jacob let out a quiet scoff of a laugh, caught off guard by the quick remark from Sam. Usually it was Dean throwing sass his way, though he couldn’t say he didn’t open himself up for it. He slid his hand along the floor and underneath the cabinet. His knuckles bumped against the bottom of the thing.

September 17th excerpt:

“They usually focus on people with some kind of weakness,” Sam supplied helpfully. “Only the stronger demons can possess anyone.”

“For all we know it could be one of those stronger demons,” Dean complained, brushing his hand over the journal sitting on his lap for reassurance. “Anyone’s at risk until this case is over.”

“You think it could possess one of us?” Sam asked, his eyebrows climbing his face.

Dean shrugged. “If it does,” he said pointedly, “you guys know what to do. Don’t hesitate.”