October 3rd excerpt:
The uncertainty finally drew a desperate cry from his lips. “P-please, let me go! Please, I’m sorry!”
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October 2nd excerpt:
Despite the tension between the others, Sam burst out into a grin. “You’re our size!” he blurted in surprise. He was thrilled to know that there were others like them out in the world, and they weren’t just in Haven.
Oscar wasn’t aware that his eyes could get even wider. But the other person approached and they definitely did. He glanced back and forth between the pair. This second guy, with longer hair, was a whole four inches tall. The one with the hooded jacket wasn’t far behind, either. These guys were enormous.
Am I? Am I your size?! he wanted to say. But Oscar’s hands were still clamped firmly over his mouth to prevent any noises of alarm from escaping him. This was exactly the last thing he wanted to happen.
October 1st excerpt:
Oh crap, Oscar thought, practically holding his breath. If he heard correctly, they were going to come searching for people in the walls … did that human have them bringing people out that he could also capture? Oscar sidled along the nightstand and slipped behind it, hoping they’d go do their exploring of the room while he found his way to an exit and got the hell out of dodge.
He shouldn’t have come back to the room. Oscar’s curiosity had drawn him back like a moth to flame. He’d already wrapped up a handful of salt from one of the piles left by the human in a scrap of cloth. Salt was good for all kinds of things, and they’d just left it lying around like weirdos.
Dean actually already had to figure this one out! It happened back in Taken, and though at that point he was only transporting four tinies that weren’t comfortable being held in hands or pockets, he may transport more in the future. His duffel bag had to be completely emptied out, and that gave them plenty of room to move around in and try to forget that a giant was holding them up effortlessly.
Something huge shifted behind them while they were talking. Dean was digging through his duffel, tossing all the stuff that was in it into the back seat. “Uh, Dean. What are you doing?” Sam called out, curious.
The huge green eyes settled on Sam, making him stiffen before he could push the instinct away. It was harder after what he’d been through to act normal around Dean. “Can’t let you guys stay on the seat while I’m driving,” Dean said. “Too dangerous. I hit the brakes once and you all go flying.”
Sitting up once he was done, he showed them the duffel. “You’ll all be safe in here, I promise. I won’t zip it up so you can get out if you have to. You have my word, I’ll never trap you against your will. Any of you.”
The huge duffel was placed behind them on the seat. Figuring he’d go first and let everyone know it was safe, Sam went to climb up the bag. He found himself stopped by a huge hand.
Sam flinched away nervously. “Dean, what the hell?”
“Sorry, Sam. You’re not going in there with your arm in that condition.”
September 30th excerpt:
Sam paused in the middle of scrubbing the water off his face with a corner of the flannel shirt they’d slept on. He listened to the room beyond, separating the sounds out just like Walt had taught him to. Although, in all those lessons he’d never imagined he’d be using them to tell him if his brother was awake.
The room was silent, and peaceful. There was no running water in the bathroom beyond and only the gentle chirps of birds outside broke the quiet. After a moment he could even discern the slow breathing of the hunter, blending in to the outside noises.
“He’s asleep,” Sam said. “But he’ll probably wake up in no time. He shoulda shut the drapes better last night. There’s no way he’ll be able to stay asleep in a bright room like this.”
September 29th excerpt:
His heart was pounding a frantic beat. Oscar’s entrance to the walls was nowhere near the dresser. He’d aimed to just wait until the human crashed into bed, and no worries would occur. He could still do that, but now Oscar had the knowledge that two poor souls were captured by that human.
And … it seemed they were trained or something. They’d needed permission to get out of the duffel bag. That they were carried around in a bag like that in the first place made Oscar feel a little sick. What if they’d been jostled around? What if they fell out? Would the human care?
September 28th excerpt:
“Too bad you two are dustballs over there,” Dean pointed out ruefully, looking at the dust stains on his clean shirts. “I shoulda just dropped you in the sink before we left so my clothes had a chance at staying clean for more than a minute.” Jacob didn’t bother trying to hide it when he rolled his eyes. They’d gotten rid of most of the dust anyway.
Dean started up the car, hiding a smile so he could at least pretend at annoyance. Soft music started up as he shifted out of park, toned down so that the small passengers that were sitting next to him wouldn’t have their hearing hurt.
September 27th excerpt:
Jacob glanced up at the bench, though of course he couldn’t see their total pile of found cash from the floor. He knew it certainly felt like they’d combed every inch. It was amazing how much they’d managed to find. He grinned and looked over at Sam, knowing he probably wouldn’t chime in. Ever since they’d joined Dean in his traveling hunting profession, Sam had had a harder time than Jacob asking for things he liked or wanted.
Jacob was working on helping with that. After all, Dean was clearly willing to help them out, and a resource like that was rare to people like them. So he called up, “Sam wanted a bag of M&Ms, how about it?”
“H-hey!” Sam blurted. He elbowed Jacob in the side. “I never said that!”
September 26th excerpt:
Sam rolled his eyes. “I guess we can count it as a tie,” he said dryly. “I’ll let your awful aim slide just this once. But you might end up with Dean trying to teach you how to aim the next time he gets the chance. Since, y’know, you can’t hit the broadside of a barn and all that.”
The hunter out in the open shifted his position on the bench while Sam was talking. The boot closest to them scrapped along the floor, and this time when Dean’s hand came into view, he was clearly stretching to reach the wayward coin.
“Did one of you get into the whiskey before we got here?” came a curious tone. A finger caught the coin just at the edge, dragging it along the floor so he’d be able to reach it without having to get up.
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.
Brothers Apart 