September 14th excerpt:
“Someone who vanished?” Sam repeated hollowly, his own past flashing through his mind. “Lots of people vanish. No one ever comes looking for them, though.”
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September 13th excerpt:
Lunch for the day was pizza. Sam was near the end of the line, impatiently tapping his feet as he waited for the lunch ladies to slowly dole out the sub-par food. Most students complained, but it was a nice change from what he and Dean ate at the motel, depending on the day.
After he had his pizza, apple slices and soda, Sam glanced around for the kids he knew, then took a second to drop a bit of the apple in his pocket, then walked quickly over to the table to take a seat with the others.
September 12th excerpt:
“Hey!” Sam called out, spotting Marissa from class.
She smiled back at him. “Better hurry, Sam,” she called back. “Can’t be late!”
Speeding up his gait to keep up, Sam blended into the mass of kids as they re-entered the classrooms after a day away.
September 11th excerpt:
Before they reached the school, Dean paused and knelt down next to Sam.
“Be careful today,” he warned in a low voice, sliding Sam’s backpack off and handing it over. “If anything happens and you need me, I’m not far.”
“I’ll be fine,” Sam insisted.
Dean huffed. “For once you’re not the one I’m worried about.”
September 10th excerpt:
“You can’t let anyone see him,” Dean talked fast, both brothers walking with rapid, long strides to cut down on time without a flat-out run across the field and forest between the motel and the school. “If they grab, they might hurt the kid. We need to look out for him until we can get him back where he belongs.”
“I know,” Sam said with that unique way kids have of sounding completely exasperated with their family for pointing out the obvious.
September 9th excerpt:
Oscar tumbled over once, then twice, unable to counter the tilt of Sam’s hand. He landed with a gasp at the bottom of the pocket, and lay still to watch the hand retreat. Once it was gone, Sam’s face replaced the view above.
“Oh no,“ he murmured, squirming around until he could find a sense of balance. The pocket was made of cozy fabric but it swayed with every step. He never could have prepared for anything like it.
September 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped a hand next to Stan. “Tired?” he asked with a knowing glint in his eye.
Stan nodded sleepily, giving in to the infectious yawn he’d caught from Dean. He climbed right onto the offered hand with a lot on his mind as he thought back to the conversation that had gone on over his head during the film.
“Are you… gonna tell other hunters about me?” he asked quietly before all the boldness he’d gleaned from the movie could fade.
September 7th excerpt:
Sam was finally starting to recover on the other bed, huffing with the occasional laugh. “He’s older than you,” he snickered at Dean again.
“Older than you too!” Dean protested in annoyance.
“I’m not the one that decided to start calling him kid!”
“You didn’t stop me!”
September 6th excerpt:
While Dean was distracted, he felt the sleeve of his shirt move, then the sensation of two tiny boots climbing up came. Sam was quick to get to his shoulder while he was down on the ground, claiming his regular perch.
“Ready,” Sam declared in satisfaction.
Dean moved his hands, about to push himself up, when he paused. Sam’s home was wide open. Before leaving, Dean took one of the larger books and placed it so it was blocking the entrance.
September 5th excerpt:
It didn’t make any damn sense. By rights, Sam should be in a jar, too.
Brothers Apart 