March 7th excerpt:
Dean glanced to the side, his gaze softening. Sam was slumped against his side, exhausted and weary. They had run for most of the day, leaving the younger kid drained and unable to keep up with his older brother for long. Dean had tried giving Sam a piggyback for a bit, but he tired as well within the hour.
We’ll just stop for a bit… get your energy back up and then we’ll find someplace safe and warm, okay?
March 6th excerpt:
Sam blinked up at the ceiling overhead. He was currently under the coffee table in the living room. His new world was so different. Thick carpet fibers under his boots threatened to offset his balance, and from time to time dust would try clinging to him. Sam brushed the dust off. He was growing used to that, at least. His new size came with so many other downfalls, he just ignored the small annoyances.
Close by, one of Jacob’s trucks was left on its own. The younger boy must have left it there before he had to leave with his mom. It wasn’t safe for Sam to come with them all the time, so he’d remained in the house.
Curious, he trailed a hand up the door to the truck. If it wasn’t thick plastic, Sam would be the right size to open the door and sit in the driver’s seat. He grinned a little at that thought, imagining himself driving around a truck through the house.
March 4th excerpt:
At 2 pm, the phone rang and Sherlock Holmes was the only one around to answer it.
Dr. John Watson had already left for his shift at a newly acquired job (evidently determined to make this one stick so they could “pay the damn rent”). Sam and Dean Winchester, the other flatmates standing at four inches tall at the most were hardly under obligation to answer the landline. That left the detective, who was too impatient to let it continue to ring any longer.
“Sherlock Holmes,” he answered curtly.
February 26th excerpt:
Dean’s eyebrows went right up and stayed up. “You never had any pie? ” he asked, his voice half disbelieving and half almost reprimanding. “Dude, you are missing out!”
Sam tore out of the kitchen. “Time to go!” he snapped.
Spotting Jacob next to the main entrance, he darted forward. In seconds, Jacob was unceremoniously hauled in the air, dropped in the satchel, and then Sam was yanking open the door, easily grasping the handle that had been out of Jacob’s reach. He ran flat-out into the unknown, open space around them.
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February 25th excerpt:
As Dean settled in, Stan was tempted to simply find himself a seat and stay where he was put like he always did. But another part of him heard a call in the open space of the car, particularly in the dim chasm into which Dean’s legs vanished over the edge of the seat. Stan’s knowledge of cars was extremely limited, but he got the impression from watching Dean drive a few times that something down there helped him operate the immense machine. And anyway, Dean had encouraged Stan to ‘check the place out’…
Curiosity won out in the end, and so with tentative steps, Stan wandered toward the end of the bench, craning his neck to peer into the space. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find down there, but the dark unknown taunted something in the back of Stan’s mind, something he usually ignored.
February 24th excerpt:
Stan wandered a few steps closer to a partially folded map, intrigued by the intertwining lines, dots, and words. None of it made sense to him, but he stared anyway trying to figure it out. He thoughtfully traced one of the thicker, bolded lines with the tip of his shoe, following its path.
Maybe that’s what it was, Stan thought with a tilt of his head. A path. A road, somehow.
February 23rd excerpt:
Just like with Sam’s pocket, Stan became all too aware of the human he was riding. The push of a pulse through thick skin as Stan’s shoulder leaned instinctively against the semi-solid surface, hearing each breath in and out of the giant and feeling the slight rise and fall of his shoulders in time with them.
The main difference, however, was that he could see. Rather than being shut up in the dark, Stan could see almost everything Dean could. Probably more, he mused as he whipped his head around to get a load of the rest of the motel room from the height of a seated human. He wasn’t even up that high, and yet he could see how all those massive structures the humans used as furniture looked to them. Smaller, manageable, and befitting someone that size.
February 22nd excerpt:
Stan let out a hard breath and jumped forward before he could think too much about it.
The worn soles of Stan’s trainers nearly slipped on the incline toward Dean’s collarbone, but he pushed past it, using Dean’s shirt for traction as he all but shoved himself between Dean’s neck and the collar.
February 21st excerpt:
It was hard to push out of that dark mood. Dean tried to shrug it off. “Shoulder or pocket?” he asked gamely, popping his collar with his other hand.
“You look ridiculous,” Sam commented helpfully.
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