April 28th excerpt:

“Judging by yesterday, I’m betting you’ll make up for a lot by babysitting some nestlings,” Jacob quipped. The feeling of the tiniest little shoes walking on his hand or his shoulders would never lose its novelty, he was certain. Those kids hadn’t even had a chance to play with Sam’s “big big brother.”

A strange, almost alien happiness came over Dean at that. “Ya think?” he asked, a bit of awe in his eyes. He’d seen Jacob with the nestlings, but most of his time in the village had been spent either with Sam at his home or planning with Scar.

The children that visited with Jacob were so small. Especially the tiny nestling that had gotten a piggyback ride on Sam’s shoulders. While they were both standing on Jacob’s knee. Within reach of not one human, but two after Dean came over to join them.

April 27th excerpt:

“You humans and your endless weirdness,” Bowman quipped, flicking his wings before settling them on the table behind him to relax.

“Humans cook most of their food,” Sam said with a grin, glad for things to be going back to their normal banter about how strange his people were. It was what he’d done with Bowman since his curse. Constant arguments about corners, size, food… and it was always entertaining.

“Who cares about mushrooms,” Dean mumbled around his own slice. “Give me some pepperoni or sausage any day.” He wrinkled his nose when Sam waved a mushroom over his head and then pointedly took a bite out of it.

April 26th excerpt:

Paper birds? Dean mouthed at Sam in some confusion, eliciting a smile from his younger brother.

“Paper airplanes,” Sam corrected with the sound of someone who’d long since given up trying to argue with the name. “Y’know that pen I used? That’s not the only thing I had on me from the motel.” His ears turned red at the memory, sheepish about taking stuff from the room. “I had the notebook they supplied the room with on me too. I think most of the pages ended up being used for paper airplanes.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t run off with the Bible,” Dean joked, a full smile finally overtaking his face at the easy banter between them.

April 25th excerpt:

Bowman didn’t notice Jacob’s look. “He said I look like a fairy,” he said, exasperated as he could be. He remembered Sam making a similar comparison at one point in their childhood. “Someone got the wrong information into all of your heads at some point.”

“You do look like a fairy,” Dean protested in an attempt to save himself. “It’s not my fault. The only thing that would make you more fairy-like is if you had butterfly wings to go along with the whole forest getup.”

April 24th excerpt:

Scar let himself chuckle briefly, a short sound that carried his pride with it. He remembered discovering that Sam held strength much greater than any sprite. It was one of his fondest memories, seeing his then-youngest student besting all of his veteran knights one by one in a test of strength.

April 23rd excerpt:

“You just missed the circus, guys. Too bad.”

Nothing stopped Sam from sending the human a completely unamused smile that didn’t reflect in his eyes. “That’s too bad. I always wanted to meet the bearded lady.”

April 22nd excerpt:

Dean froze up again when he saw Bowman’s tiny body shift in place from the movement, afraid of waking him. Dean was still recovering from the shock of waking to finding someone the size of his finger using him as a bed. It was the last thing he’d expected. He was dangerous to them, especially when he didn’t even know they were close.

“What am I supposed to do with him?” Dean whispered to Jacob. “Do we need to water him or something? You said he’s like a plant, right?”

Ilyana continued to grind in her point with relentless determination. “Nixie, you cannot hold. Submit now, before you are destroyed as well. I do not wish to harm a sister, but I am bound to this task and will not be stopped. Give yourself over, now! ” Her last words were angry and impatient.

“Ah!” Nixie cried out. Each of Ilyana’s words sliced through her to her very core. Even though she did not act against her sister directly, she was interfering, and her very nature sought to punish her.

Ilyana continued relentlessly on, repeating her commands and reinforcing her controlling power. “Release your magic, sister. Give yourself over to us, now.” Her power was increasing as the intensity of the firestorm grew and was beginning to take hold of Nixie’s very thoughts. The seed had been planted and it could only grow.


Story excerpt from The Schism of Fire and Water

Artwork by @lamthetwickster (x)

April 21st excerpt:

Sam snarled, his calm countenance dropping away as though it never existed. With no other options open to him, he seized the moment to do what he’d hoped he would never have to do.

The young knight sprinted for the edge of the desk.

But he wasn’t trying to escape.

April 20th excerpt: 

This thought stiffened Sam’s back. He wasn’t about to roll over and act like someone’s pet or possession.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said tartly. “You’d rather we stare at you the same as you’ve been doing? I know you can’t take your eyes off us, can you?” The impression of being watched hadn’t left him the entire time. Even when the human looked away, there was the impression that the human wanted to look at him. It made Sam’s skin crawl to the point where he almost wanted to take off his skin and wash it in the clear stream in the Wellwood to scrub off the prickling sensation.