May 22nd excerpt:
“Now, let me see if you’re hurt,” Dean said, gently commanding. He brushed a finger under one of the tiny arms, trying to coax the kid out of his huddle. Unlike Sam, Dean rarely took no for an answer when it came to a kid in trouble.
March 22nd excerpt:
Holding his breath, Sam had to peek behind his seat to see where it had run, and his eyes widened.
No mouse had ever worn clothing or reached out with tiny hands to grab at forgotten candy on the floor.
Sam scrambled to his feet. “W-wait!” he called out.
August 27th excerpt:
Dean hesitated with his hands cupped close to his face. He had to be imagining things. He was going to open up his hands, and there would be nothing in there. Or, he amended, feeling a tiny weight in there and ticklish flutters against his palm, there’ll just be some mouse or moth. Can’t be a kid.
Brothers Apart 