September 16th excerpt:
“Te rogamus. Adios! ”
“It’s adinos,” came a wry correction from the left.
Dean rolled his eyes with an utterly put-upon sigh. “Te rogamus. Adinos! ” he repeated.
“Okay, now from the top.”
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September 15th excerpt:
My husband’s acting like a stranger!
Sam kicked Dean in the side to get his attention, then gestured up at the article when he elicited the desired glare. Dean glanced ruefully up at the screen, then his eyes widened as he started to follow along with Sam’s train of thought. Certain sentences in the article stood out like spotlights to a hunter-trained mindset.
Overnight, my husband’s like a completely different man…
No resemblance to the man I married except for his looks…
September 14th excerpt:
Dean brushed a hand over Jacob’s glass of water, gathering some of the condensation to clean his hands with. To his satisfaction, he was slightly taller than the salt and pepper shakers. Some days it felt like everything was taller than he was.
September 13th excerpt:
Dean found himself glancing around the diner, going so far as to lean around the menu so he could see the full layout of the restaurant. It was his first time in one since being cursed, and there was a huge change from what he remembered in his childhood.
Simple tables and chairs had transformed to looming structures he or Sam would have to scale up to reach. The faint murmur of voices was louder, and if there were more people around could change to a thunderous roar. Footsteps became earthquakes, and Dean glanced down at the scuffed table under his boots, knowing he would notice anyone walking around that way instantly. The problem was, people meandered back and forth from their tables to the bathroom and to the kitchen, so it was hard to know if people were coming their way.
That didn’t stop Dean from being enamored of the diner, glad to finally revisit another part of his childhood he’d missed for years. Because of this, Sam ended up physically dragging him over to the laptop and breaking his trance.
“What’s the big idea?” Dean griped, tugging his arm free.
September 12th excerpt:
Just like he guessed, they reached a smaller town in around an hour. Green lawns and white picket fences decorated the yards of tidy little houses. It was the kind of town where everyone knew right away who was passing through, and if Jacob didn’t already stand out, he definitely did while he was filling up the Impala’s tank. The gas station attendant raised an eyebrow at him when he bought a copy of the local paper.
You don’t know the half of it, dude, he thought, thinking of the people hidden away in his shirt pockets that very instant.
It was just his luck that they had all spotted a diner on the way in. He had a hard time arguing with Sam and Dean when a place like that sported a sign advertising Free Wi-Fi and best burgers in the county!
September 11th excerpt:
“Just warn me before you plan any expeditions,” Jacob chimed in. He pictured one of the brothers starting a determined climb using his hair to hang on. If he didn’t see it coming, he might twitch from having hair yanked out, and then most likely griped at for moving. It was just one more thing about being a living taxicab.
September 10th excerpt:
That was how they drove for a while, Jacob manning the wheel while they just… went. There was no destination in mind, and the plans were to stop and check out the papers every few towns to see if there was anything suspicious going on. If not, they’d head back out. If there was, it would be time to grab a room and set up home base.
Dean, for his part, was perched like a hawk on the edge of Jacob’s shoulder with one hand on the collar for balance. He would eagerly point out the exits he wanted Jacob to take, somehow managing to meander their way throughout the state in a somewhat straight line. Sam ignored most of that, relaxing in his own spot.
September 9th excerpt:
“You’re just as welcome to come visit as the others are,” Mallory said warmly, ignoring the eyebrow Walt arched at that. Before her mind caught up with the action, she’d raised her arms up for a hug, just like she’d done with everyone else.
Jacob’s expression was akin to a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were focused on the minuscule woman at the edge of the nightstand, arms outstretched. She was barely three inches tall, making her smaller than Jacob’s fingers, and she looked extra small standing near an alarm clock and a TV remote that both dwarfed her.
And she was expecting a hug.
Oh. Crap.
Brothers Apart 