October 29th excerpt:
Sam saw the look they shot him and could only put his hands up placatingly. “Oh, don’t mind me, feel free to carry on your conversation. Take your time.” The dry, flat humor in his voice was heavy, but he couldn’t say he minded, having two different people this size. Even with their numbers doubled and a discussion about weapons going on right in front of him, he couldn’t say he felt particularly threatened.
October 28th excerpt:
Grabbing onto Jacob’s hood, Dean hauled the kid to his feet. He might be weaker than Jacob as far as physical strength went, but right now he had fury and righteousness on his side.
All of this instantly caught Sam’s attention, naturally (how could anyone miss a tiny man stalking onto their table and shouting at the other tiny person?), and he stiffened, nearly going for his knife before seeing the look on the new guy’s face. The new man was older than Jacob easily, maybe even older than Sam, though his features were too small to completely make out, and he was completely focused on berating the kid.
October 23rd excerpt:
Sam rolled his eyes with a resigned huff of amusement. “Dean calls everyone by a nickname,” he explained to Oscar dryly. “I still can’t get him to stop calling me short.”
“You are short!”
Sam glared at Dean. “Just you wait!” he threatened. “One day, I’m gonna be the tallest. Even taller than dad! ”
October 22nd excerpt:
Sam looked him over with wide eyes. “How was it with Dean? Was he nice to ya?”
Dean rolled his eyes.
October 21st excerpt:
Sam cupped his hands, looking hopefully up at Dean.
With a sign, Dean flipped open his pocket. “Just remember to keep him out of sight when we’re close to the motel,” he warned Sam as he scooped up the kid and handed him over.
October 19th excerpt:
When he turned to ask Dean what it was, he stiffened again. It took Stan a few blinks for it to sink in that Dean had fallen asleep.
A sense of uncertainty washed over Stan at this realization. Not only was he now unsupervised, but he was in a completely unknown place where anything could happen to him while Dean was sleeping.
October 18th excerpt:
Tucking his arms close, Dean let himself relax against the trunk of the tree. Now that he was away from the bustle of the small town they were staying in, too far off to hear the cars thunder down the street or any other sounds of humanity, all the exhaustion he’d staved off from the completion of their hunt the night before came rushing back, falling over Dean like a heavy blanket. His eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open to watch Stan in the forest, then closing again with some finality.
October 17th excerpt:
“It is nice to breathe air that isn’t recycled,” said Stan genuinely. With another long inhale, he carefully maneuvered himself a little closer to the front of Dean’s shoulder, setting himself down between the collar and his neck and curiously peeking out in the direction Dean was heading. Once he even dared to glance down the sheer cliff Dean’s torso made, see those massive legs swing out to carry his unfathomable weight forward another step.
For the one brief second Stan got to see that, it was both fascinating and terrifying.
October 16th excerpt:
The outside world was bright, a thin cover of clouds blocking out the sun. Dean shaded his eyes as he looked up. “Drama queen,” he muttered about Sam. None of the clouds above looked like they were ready to storm, so into a pocket the keys went and Dean walked along the sidewalk, heading towards a small bit of forest bordering the nearby park.
October 15th excerpt:
With a frown, Sam waved vaguely at the front of the room. “Might rain later,” he warned.
Dean had to smirk at that. “I think we’ll survive,” he said, and held out a hand near Stan. “I’ll keep an eye on the sky for us.”
Brothers Apart 