June 17th excerpt:
Jacob sought his revenge by reaching over to nudge Dean in the side, getting the little hunter to jolt and put his arms up like he was raring for a brawl. Jacob drew his hand back well before any retaliation could be taken against it, but it was the only retribution he needed.
June 16th excerpt:
Jacob was stretched out on the bed watching a TV channel showing sci-fi B movies. It was the best offering on the motel’s limited channel listing for the time being, and he let himself doze off once or twice while he watched.
He didn’t get up much. In truth, he was nervous to walk around.
He couldn’t help but think of Walt’s wary demeanor, the distrust in those tiny, hardened blue eyes. He could only imagine what kind of instincts were directing the man’s caution, and didn’t begrudge him that at all. Jacob was big, and he had proven himself dangerous to people like them when he first swept Dean up in a fist, and again when he grabbed Sam.
He’d learned a lot since then, but he’d never forget the fear on their tiny faces. Both brothers thought they might lose each other, all because of Jacob. Walt, as far as he had known, had lost his adopted sons, because of Jacob.
June 15th excerpt:
“I’ll have you know I did decorate some,” Dean shot stubbornly back.
“Devil traps in the hall don’t count!” Sam chirped, countering Dean’s point.
“There is nothing wrong with functional decorations!” Dean argued back.
June 14th excerpt:
“Would you think any less of me if I was that size?”
“No,” Walt’s answer came mulishly. “It just isn’t the same with you boys though. We’ve known you since you were kids. Of course we trust you.”
Dean had to stop fast before he ran Sam over, realizing everyone was waiting for them. Walt sealed up the wall behind them, casting them into darkness.
June 13th excerpt:
“I guess I’ll just lie up on the bed for now, give you guys some floorspace if you want it. Okay?” Jacob waited to make his move, knowing that even though things were much more at ease, he couldn’t take it for granted. Even Sam and Dean didn’t like it much when he loomed, so advance warning was always welcome.
Walt took an uncertain step back, unconsciously raising his blade-wielding arm. The instinct was strong in him to vanish behind the nightstand at the thought of the human in the room getting up, but he suppressed it. Sam and Dean hadn’t moved, and he was driven to match them.
“No one’s stopping you,” Walt shot back stubbornly. Somewhere deep inside, his mind wondered what he was thinking, backtalking a giant like that.
June 12th excerpt:
With a whirl in her faded green dress, Mallory padded right past Sam and Dean in her soft-soled shoes. They were left staring at each other, jaws slightly ajar.
After a beat of hesitation, all three of Mallory’s tall boys jumped into action to try and catch her, Dean scrambling to grab the knives from the ground.
“Wait!”
June 11th excerpt:
“Mallory even went so far as to make us clothes like we used to wear.” Dean plucked at his jeans. “Believe it or not, leather jackets and jeans ain’t exactly popular down here.”
“Or duffel bags,” Sam chimed in. “But boots are. Everyone’s got a pair but our adopted mom.”
June 10th excerpt:
“Trust me, this is a thousand times better than climbing a table,” Dean groused as he followed next. His fear of heights didn’t bother him at all here. The bed was much lower to the ground and didn’t have the disorienting fact of open air on all sides to unnerve him.
“All it takes is some practice!” Sam called up, starting to climb down faster. “Beds or tables, we’ve gotta be ready for anything!”
Dean swore under his breath. “All those times fighting with Walt and now you’re starting to sound just like him.”
“Hey, he had a point, y’know!”
June 9th excerpt:
Jacob reached up with his other hand, over to the popcorn bowl where Dean made valiant efforts to avoid falling further in. Before he could sink into the popcorn and become even more irate, Jacob’s fingers dove in after him and closed around his tiny waist. In no time at all, he fished the tiny, flailing hunter out of the popcorn.
Jacob was still grinning once Dean was free. “Didja find a good piece?”
Dean sent Jacob his most intimidating glare. Dangling from two thick fingers, with a kernel of popcorn still clutched to his chest, the effect was ruined. Dean gave a kick with his right leg, jostling a piece of popcorn that insisted on clinging to his jeans free.
June 8th excerpt:
To no one’s surprise, Dean walked onto Jacob’s hand first, his cocky, bow-legged saunter apparent to all as he crossed over Jacob’s wrist. There was something that was always so strange to see in a guy smaller than a finger being so confident around a giant like Jacob.
Before he joined Dean, Sam was sure to gather up his bag again, holding his cup cautiously so the beer didn’t splash over the rim. He’d never hear the end of that one from Dean. A travesty. That was what Dean would call it if any of the precious amber liquid was lost.
Brothers Apart 