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May 18th excerpt:

“Anything’s possible,” Dean argued stubbornly back as they started on their way towards the boxes, aiming at a crack between them to start searching. He glanced behind at Jacob and made a shooing motion. “Who’d expect people like us to be hanging out with a hunter?”

“We’re the ones who helped him become a hunter,” Sam said in exasperation.

“Exactly! That’s my point! ”

Jacob watched them walk away for a second more, struck by the fact that he’d just been shoo’d with a hand so small he could barely see it from where he knelt.

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May 17th excerpt:

With one hand locked onto the edge of the pocket, Sam pushed up on the flap. Between the brothers, he would be able to know if anyone was about to look at him. Over time, the ability was growing stronger and the longer he spent around friendly humans, the more he realized it actually differed, depending on the human and the circumstances.

If a person glanced in his general direction, it felt like nothing more than an absent chill across his neck. Goosebumps and the hairs raised, Sam used to brush off the sensation before he knew what it was telling him. Direct eye contact from a friendly humans like Jacob sharpened the impression, putting weight on his neck.

Neutral humans, or people who could be classed as purposely dangerous, gave him a feeling of burning. It hurt, it sent pain down his nerves just like a hot brand pressed against his skin, and it took time to wear off.

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May 16th excerpt:

Jacob got into the huge, shining black 1967 Impala parked at the curb, settling onto the bench seat with a sigh. The key was in the ignition before he glanced down at his pocket with a grin. “Back on the road again,” he announced, before turning the key with a roar of the engine.

The flap of the pocket shifted, and Sam was the first one out. Normally, the brothers would already be on Jacob’s shoulder, or hiding in a hoodie to keep out of sight from Mariana. There was no way to know her reaction to finding out that tiny people were real, and with Mike being a cop, the brothers chose to avoid any situations that might result in discovery. He seemed like a nice enough man, but if the police discovered littles, people everywhere could be put in danger.

“Shotgun!” Sam shouted, off like a shot. Dean was left behind in the dust, and Sam used the thick threads of Jacob’s shirt to climb his way over to the right shoulder.

Dean hauled himself up, nowhere near as fast. “Dammit,” he huffed. “That’s my spot.”

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May 15th excerpt:

Walking along Jacob’s finger like a balance beam, Sam stopped when he reached the center of the broad palm. There was more than enough room for Dean to join him, as they’d found when both brothers fell asleep there. It was bigger than Sam’s old bed in Trails West, or Dean’s nest of fabric that continued to wait for them in his old home, if they ever managed to return.

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May 14th excerpt:

Jacob’s eyes flickered curiously to the laptop. He’d gotten it to help with hunting after Sam and Dean (with some help from Bobby Singer, a mentor to all of them) got him into fake credit cards. It opened up so many possibilities, but Jacob tried to keep things to a minimum while they were staying in his home, where his stepfather the cop was hanging around.

The laptop, however, was a must, and it had been pretty much claimed by the small brothers walking on it now.

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May 13th excerpt:

Determination got him to the shirt, and Sam dove into the folds. It wasn’t the same as the fabric nest he’d woken up in while he was with Walt and Mallory, but it wouldn’t be a bad substitute. It was certainly warm, and though the fabric was scratchier than motel room sheets at his normal size, the pillow cover would be even itchier.

Wriggling around, Sam righted himself and yanked his boots off. They got tossed an inch away from the shirt, and Sam peeked out at the giants around him. “It’s like a fort!”

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May 12th excerpt: 

Jacob’s eyes were wide. He tried to imagine waking up so little, and he felt his shoulders tensing up in spite of himself. His fingers curled slightly, almost ready to hug Sam again for what he’d been through, but instead he just brushed one tiny arm with his thumb, getting better and better at the gesture.

“Maybe his brother’s still in one a’ the other rooms,” Jacob suggested. “We can just go ask.”

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May 11th excerpt:

Sam was able to take the end of the gauze and tie up his hand. He held it up to show it off to Jacob. “What do you think? It’s like an oven mitt! I could be a cook!” Sam gave his new friend a big smile, wanting to make sure Jacob wasn’t upset anymore about letting him down. It wasn’t Jacob’s fault, and Sam didn’t want him to think it was.

Jacob grinned and snickered quietly. “Or a baseball player!” he added in, staring at the thick bandaging wrapped around that little hand. It made the injury look a lot worse than a scrape from falling down. Hopefully that meant it’d get better a lot faster. Jacob hadn’t even noticed the blood on Sam’s hands when he first picked him up.

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May 10th excerpt:

After spending so long either held in a hand or tucked away in a pocket, the solid ground beneath Sam’s tiny boots felt so strange. He knew that it might look like the counter was a solid surface, but in reality there was open air beneath it, where the basin of the sink could be seen and the bathroom trash was tucked under. The room he and Dean had stayed in while their dad hunted was almost identical, aside from the beds and bathroom on the reverse side of the wall like it was a mirror image.

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May 9th excerpt: 

Sam’s chest hiccuped as he cried, curling into as small a ball as he could while the kid’s voice rumbled around him. Everything was dark, except the few shards of light that snuck in past the huge fingers.

Surrounded. He was surrounded by fingers.

That thought made Sam bury his head against his knees, hugging them to himself. There was no room to thrash anymore, and he waited for the end to come. It was only after a few long moments that stretched out around the stuffy air inside of the hands that Sam realized there was a voice – a voice that shook the wall next to him, but still a voice.