June 27th excerpt:

“You sick son of a bitch, let us go!” Dean snapped, trying to cover up his fear that any second now, they’d be shoved into the massive mouth that hung above them. His blood chilled at the sight, realizing they were small enough to fit inside without a problem. It was almost impossible to focus on anything else, especially not after he caught a glimpse of the white rocks inside. Teeth. Teeth big enough to cut either brother in half, snap them like a twig.

He distantly wished they’d left a message with Bobby to let him know what they were hunting. If they vanished like this, all he would have to find of them was an abandoned Impala. That was, if the police didn’t get to her first.

“Wait!” Sam shouted. “If you do this you’ll regret it!”

June 26th excerpt:

The dodge wasn’t enough. The giant’s hands eclipsed their escape route, massive fingers brushing Dean’s side even as he fired what he could into the wall of skin rushing at him. Those fingers curled inexorably around him, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt small.

He lost sight of Sam in that grasp, but knew that it had to look the same. Unless Sam had by some miracle escaped, they were about to be captured by a giant. “No!” Dean cried out, trying to twist away from the thick, creviced skin closing in around him.

A massive thumb, bigger and more powerful than Dean could ever be, brushed down in front of him and in seconds his arms were forced to lower.

June 25th excerpt:

“Holy shit.”

Sam ignored the almost strangled curses that came from behind him, intent on following the fresh path the giant had left behind. One hand on his bag to keep it from striking repeatedly against his side, he almost leapt over a broken branch, running as fast as they could.

It just didn’t seem possible.

One step from the giant cleared more ground than either brother could run. There was just no way for them to keep up. If it didn’t leave such a broad path to follow, they wouldn’t have a chance of finding it again so fast.

“Friggin’ shit.

June 24th excerpt:

“Can’t get a friggin’ bar on this thing,” Dean growled in annoyance as he held his phone up over his head.

Sam’s grin was luckily out of sight from Dean’s angle, as he was still leading. “You saw the bulletin just like I did. There’s no cell service out here.”

Dean stuffed the phone in his back pocket. “We should get one of those satellite phones like that kid had. At least then we could stay in touch with Bobby.”

June 23rd excerpt:

“Don’t worry,” Sam smiled as they took their leave. “We can handle ourselves.”

The brothers were silent as they left the suburb behind, both digesting the implications of hunting an honest to god giant.

“We’re going to need bigger guns,” Sam commented as they pulled into the local motel to regroup for the night.

June 22nd excerpt:

“No, no, no, God, please!” Joseph begged, screaming at the top of his lungs. The rumbling voice of the thing drowned out his words but he was too panicked to truly register anything but his own shrill voice and thudding heart.

Displaced air pushed past him as the giant knelt, ready to claim its prey. Joseph felt several tears leaking out of his eyes and continued to try to pry the bars loose from each other. A shadow blocked out the sight of the moon above. Joseph looked over his shoulder and saw an enormous hand with fingers all bigger than his body reaching out to grab the top of the trap.

June 21st excerpt:

“Oh! Okay!” Mallory hugged Sam back. “Don’t let me keep you then. Just be sure to stop in later to say goodbye, and Jacob, you don’t have to worry about stomping around so much when you’re in the room! We really don’t mind. There’s no need to put yourself out for us like that.”

Jacob chuckled sheepishly, the quiet sound barely echoing out of his chest. “Ah, yeah,” he muttered, thinking of his last few days in the motel. He had hardly done much walking around, except when training with the others. Ever since learning that there was a home under those floorboards, he had paid extra attention to the so-called “earthquakes” he caused when he walked. He’d avoided the small house entirely.

Even with Mallory’s assurance, he would probably refrain from walking around unless he really needed to. “Thanks. It’s pretty relaxing anyway, so don’t worry about me too much yourself.”

June 20th excerpt:

As the training began under Walt’s strict guidance and Sam’s gentle suggestions, Dean remained in the small home with Mallory. He paced impatiently back and forth, trying to count the seconds until he could start.

Mallory was sitting in the small living room she and Walt shared, patiently dethreading some cloth while she watched Dean curiously. Everyone had known about his knack, but it wasn’t something Dean had ever actively worked on back in the day. It was a passive sense that would tell him you need this before he stumbled over it.

After a good hour of time passed, Dean started to concentrate.

June 19th excerpt:

“They know what they’re doing,” came Mallory’s soft voice from behind.

Walt glanced over his shoulder. “I just find it hard to believe this was all Sam and Dean’s idea.”

“Really?” she asked with a grin. “You find that hard to believe?”

June 18th excerpt:

Sam could feel the ground shake under his boots and knew Jacob had him in his sights when the back of his neck burst into a tingle. He didn’t slow down, knowing if he hesitated it would be over. Compared to a human, he couldn’t cover enough ground to make a difference when it came down to it.

That was what Dean was waiting for.

Ha! ” yelled Dean triumphantly as he darted out into the open. He was hidden away on the side of the dresser that was closer to the middle of the two beds, and gave him a shorter distance to cover. With any luck, he could serve as a distraction before he managed to reach cover to get Jacob away from Sam.