February 8th excerpt:
Sam got on Jacob’s hand, planting his boots so he wouldn’t lose balance when it started moving. He gestured for the teen to lift it up. “We won’t let you down. Oh, and Dean?” He pulled out the rest of his salt, tossing the pouch to his older brother. “Just in case.”
Dean gave a jaunty salute with the salt, his trademark smirk in place.
February 2nd excerpt:
The sharp sound of someone clearing his voice came from behind, and Dean twisted around in surprise. Sam was standing on the edge of the shelf with a disapproving frown on his face. A boot dangled from each hand.
“What are you, my mother?” Dean griped.
January 29th excerpt:
Sam saw the look on Dean’s face and put his eggs down. “I’ll be fine,” he said quietly. “Do what you’ve gotta do.”
Dean swallowed and stepped onto the hand at last. “Okay.” He hadn’t thought it would be so hard to leave, but for so long, they’d been all each other had. Someone to watch out for, and to watch his back in return, and now he’d be on his own with a human. Only a few hundred feet from Sam at any time, but still too far to get back on time without help if something went wrong.
January 26th excerpt:
Dean was exasperated, still rambling about the dog. “He’s the size of a freakin’ house! At least when Sam brought home a mouse, it couldn’t try and eat me!”
Sam snorted at him, rolling his eyes. “Dean. He’s not going to do anything.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” Dean said, one hand clutching the fabric behind them, “and I’ll be up high. Where it’s safer.”
January 25th excerpt:
With a careful finger, Bobby nudged Dean in the side to check if he was hiding any injuries the way John was prone to do. Dean had always tried to be more like his father, no matter how different they were in reality. Sam wouldn’t get away with hiding any injuries at all with his older brother around, so at least he could rest easy on that front.
Dean tried to bat the hand away. “Watch it! You’ll ruin the leather!” he complained.
January 24th excerpt:
Thanks to careful aim, Dean managed to land on Sam’s head when he reached the bottom of the hood. Both brothers went tumbling into the folds, and Dean considered his vengeance for the surprise elbow attack complete.
Sam gave him a shove back as they both tried to right themselves in the dim interior. The grey folds of fabric didn’t let much light in, but it wasn’t a problem for them. Compared to the dark walls of the motel, the hood was a well-lit hammock. They could see each other without a problem.
Commission for @neonthebright! Sam and Dean are taking a small nap.
Geddit. Small.
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January 16th excerpt:
“Leave him alone!” Sam cried out, his mind clearing instantly at the sight of the imminent threat. He tossed himself at the huge hand and slashed down with his knife. All he knew was Dean needed help, and it didn’t matter how big his enemy was.
His aim true, the silver knife bit into the thick skin.
January 15th excerpt:
“If you didn’t go causing earthquakes with your big stomping feet, I wouldn’t have to be a ninja,” Dean griped up at Jacob, letting years and years worth of resentment shine through in his tone. His voice bounced back at him from the glass, only fueling his frustration. “You left the pie out, that made it fair game.”
Brothers Apart 