February 6th excerpt:
The pain that sliced through Dean’s hand was unexpected. “Sonova–!”
Instead of letting the sprite go like he might have done before, Dean cut off his cuss and brought up his free hand, releasing the sprite into the new hand and this time expertly winding his fingers around the tiny body to keep him from attacking again. Dean’s thumb came up beneath the little chin, preventing any bites.
“Chill, nibbler,” he groused. “No one’s hurting you.”
February 5th excerpt:
The out of place leaf fluttered to life of its own accord. Before the shape attached to it could dart away and out of range of the grab, Dean’s hand closed around it. A cry of terror yelped out of the small figure as leafy green wings were forced closed and confined along with the rest of its body.
Thanks to his experience with Sam and Jacob, Dean’s grab didn’t crush the little guy, but it would be hard to tell just from his reaction. He struggled valiantly, tiny legs kicking futilely in the closed fist while he tried to free his arms. He was a lot thinner and frailer than Dean’s hardy little brothers, a little wisp of a guy. Bright green eyes stared around without seeing as Logan rushed up next to Dean to see his catch.
February 4th except:
“You’re no ranger,” the stranger called out, keeping plenty of distance between them while they still figured out what was going on. “What brings you this far into the woods?”
Dean planted his boots in place, crossing his arms over his chest and careful to stay clear of the pocket Sam and Jacob were in. Slight movement from the pocket vied for his attention, but he forced it to the back of his mind. His colt was tucked into his pants, hidden out of sight unlike the other man’s gun.
“Last I checked, rangers don’t come back here,” Dean said. “Private property and all that.” He shifted position, pulling an ID out of his jacket. “Name’s Dean Ford,” he said confidently, holding it out for the other man to take. “I’m here to investigate the strange rumors floating around.”
February 3rd excerpt:
That was the last thought he had before Dean leapt into the air, catching the fence with a hand. The toe of his boots fit through the chain links, but nothing more, and Dean used that leverage to climb the rest of the way up, sending the entire structure shaking from his weight and the strength in his arms as he moved. When he reached the top, he didn’t just climb over, he braced one hand on the edge and propelled himself over the top, flipping upside down before he dropped on the other side.
And landed on his feet with a beyond-heavy thud, only a foot away from where the duffel had landed.
February 2nd excerpt:
Asleep or not, the moment Sam latched a hand on Dean’s jacket to scale up to his chest, the steady breathing pattern hitched underneath his touch. Sam smiled, knowing that meant Dean had woken up.
He didn’t halt his climb, though, or even miss a beat. It took him mere moments to reach the top, and he sat down right over Dean’s heart. “How’s the ground treating you?” he called up to Dean with a knowing grin as Dean continued to pretend sleep. There was a furrow in Dean’s brow at Sam’s words, but nothing more.
February 1st excerpt:
Leaves crunched under Dean’s boots far below, and moths or butterflies occasionally took flight to escape the path. After three years living in the safe confines of the walls, where everything was still and the air had long since grown stale, it was a stark contrast. Everything in the forest was so alive, and Jacob almost felt like the trees themselves were paying them curious attention.
The scene might be familiar to Jacob, but he was beyond recognition to anyone who’d known him before. He had a new family to rely on and his friends were a memory.
Far ahead, motion caught his eye and he lightly slapped Sam’s arm with the back of his hand. Pointing, he muttered, “See the deer over there? Way ahead in the trees.”
January 31st excerpt:
“Trail mix, jerky … a gas station would have pretty good options,” Jacob mused.
“Granola bars!” Sam chimed in, his ears only slightly aflame when Dean peered down at him.
Dean chose not to comment on Sam’s sudden burst of shyness, recognizing it for what it was. Sam was trying not to ask for something for himself, afraid of the fact that he couldn’t finish it by himself, or that he couldn’t help Dean buy it. Instead, he nodded. “I think we can manage that,” he said with a slight smile as he pulled the Impala out of her parking spot, leaving the motel room without its guardian now that they were all in the car.
January 30th excerpt:
“Fairies in the forest, no friggin’ way…” Dean read off the screen.
“No crazier than finding miniature brothers in your motel room, right?” Sam countered with a grin.
Dean rolled his eyes and brushed Sam’s hair into a mess with a finger. “Right, shorty. Finding you two was about the craziest thing that could happen to me.”
January 29th excerpt:
With that out of the way, Dean seemed to be starting to come around. His legs shifted in place, slowly stretching each muscle like a cat might. His eyelids fluttered, and a groan filled the air around Jacob and Sam.
Compared to them, Dean was big.
January 28th excerpt:
Jacob paused out of respect for Dean’s sheer size. His face was half buried in a pillow, as was his usual, but the sound of his breaths was loudest from where they stood. He was almost twenty times their size, and it was not a difference to take lightly.
After a moment of indecision, Jacob looked to Sam and held up his hands, one flat with the palm up and the other in a fist over it. “Loser wakes the giant?” he asked, his voice so low almost no sound came out.
“Loser has to jump over to the bed to wake the giant,” Sam countered, a smirk growing on his face.
Brothers Apart 