August 24th excerpt:

Jacob shifted his leg away from Dean’s poking, trying to pull himself further up in Dean’s grasp. The fist was too tight around him to maneuver much, though he still wasn’t squeezed. Dean miraculously knew to hold back even now.

“Don’t make me lose my shoe,” he warned. He was unsettlingly close to Dean’s face, so close he could see his reflection in the relaxed eyes. If he wanted, he might be able to give the human a swift kick to the nose. “I’ve only got the two.”

May 13th excerpt:

Determination got him to the shirt, and Sam dove into the folds. It wasn’t the same as the fabric nest he’d woken up in while he was with Walt and Mallory, but it wouldn’t be a bad substitute. It was certainly warm, and though the fabric was scratchier than motel room sheets at his normal size, the pillow cover would be even itchier.

Wriggling around, Sam righted himself and yanked his boots off. They got tossed an inch away from the shirt, and Sam peeked out at the giants around him. “It’s like a fort!”

February 23rd excerpt:

Dean narrowed his eyes, then stalked towards Jacob’s side. “You all owe me some pie after that scare,” he griped as he started to scale up the human, digging his boots into Jacob more forcefully than normal. There was no way he was going to let Sam hang out in a hand all on his own after all that.

Jacob’s eyebrows shot up as he felt the little kicks in his side from Dean’s climb. He didn’t complain, however, letting the small hunter get his point across in his own way. Dean had been in worse moods before, after all. He kept an eye on Dean’s progress, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally knock him off balance and focusing on not twitching each time a tiny boot dug into his side.