April 11th excerpt:
Screwing on the lid with more effort than he needed, Bobby scowled at the jar. “Better watch that mouth of yours around Dean,” he warned the downsized hunter. “He’s not one to take that kind of thing lying down.”
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April 10th excerpt:
“You reckon I should just let you out then? See what Rumsfeld here makes of ya? ‘Cause I can tell you one thing. He ain’t lookin’ at you like he does Sam.”
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The Heart of a Wolf
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And another guess that comes right from the Brothers Apart chatroom! Dean might be the size of a mouse, but he has The Heart of a Wolf!
“What do you want?” Sherlock sighed. The last time the agent had set foot in Baker Street, he’d somehow gotten himself enrolled in a bizarre training with Dean.
Still, even Sherlock had to admit (at least to himself, and certainly not out loud) that he had the makings of an acceptable ally.
With their recent addition of Detective-Inspector Greg Lestrade to the list of people who knew about Sam and Dean, Sherlock was beginning to resign himself to this pattern.
“Oh, er. Well, I was mostly wondering if Dean would be up for another training session.”
“I don’t see why not.” Sherlock’s blunt reply was strictly derived from Dean’s previous encounters with Agent Baker. They were quite easygoing with one another, the agent mindful of his movements around Dean, who was seemingly unafraid to tell it like it was to anyone no matter how tall. Objections to the opportunity to refine Agent Baker’s skills were likely to be rare, if existent.
“Brilliant! ” After a slight pause, Agent Baker began a hesitant question. “Do you, ah, think he’ll mind–?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes with a disinterested noise and hung up the phone on the spot.
TTOL: The Trials of Logan
A+ guess on the name! You got it on the first try.
No one needs trials like this more than our favorite little punching bag, Logan Guthrie, antagonist of Bowman of Wellwood. An all-around unpleasant man.
Bobby looked away from Dean and Logan, turning a blind eye to whatever they did. “Want some help getting that blood out?” he offered Sam, sizing up the splotch and the dark spot around it from Rumsfeld’s saliva.
Sam glanced at it. “Sure. I’m kind of running low on jackets, anyway. We don’t exactly have a supply of them…”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Bobby assured the kid as he held out his hand. Once Sam was with him, they left the kitchen with Rumsfeld close behind, leaving the other pair to their own devices.
Dean stared at the jar in his hand with an assessing gaze, looking over the man inside. From their last encounter, time had not been kind on Logan. His clothing was showing wear and his hair was a mess. A trip to the barber wouldn’t be out of the question, either.
By contrast, even directly after a hunt, Dean’s hair was spiked and his jacket in pristine condition. His jeans were ripped by his thigh, and his boots had some dirt caked to the bottom. Despite a few frays, it was a far cry from Logan’s tattered appearance.
“I think we can do better than that,” Dean said dryly, flipping the jar upside down.
April 2nd excerpt:
If there was one thing he knew in all his time hunting, it was that freak medical conditions were almost always supernatural in origin.
Which brought the young twenty-two year old hunter here, to this unassuming room in an unassuming house.
April 1st excerpt:
Jacob rolled his shoulders and stood at the edge of the shadow under the dresser. The duffel bag hadn’t even been closed. If this wasn’t his perfect opportunity for an easy raid, he’d never get one.
Just a quick look. Then I’ll go.
March 31st excerpt:
Getting ahead of himself, Jacob wondered what the guy might have hidden away in that bag. It had been a while since he’d had trail mix.
March 30th excerpt:
Taking his time, Dean made his way up through the walls until he found one of the overhead vents that lead to the room in question. Leaning over it, he cautiously put each hand on the slots, pushing it far enough open that he could see out, but hopefully no one could see in.
There was some keys tossed on the nightstand, and a shadow that passed by the vent, its owner out of sight. Dean’s eyes tracked the hulking shadow, enough to eclipse him and everyone he knew at the motel without a problem.
March 29th excerpt:
Unable to reach the edge of the palm before it rose, Dean found himself curling into a ball around Sam as the ground dropped away. Then stopped. Pulse pounding, Dean blinked his eyes open in confusion as the hand paused in place.
Done with arguing with the giant, Dean shifted towards the edge of his hand, intent on getting down and getting away.
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