You got it on the first try! There’s No Place Like Home for sure, but… whose home?
You know, I went to look for a gif for “there’s no place like home” and all that came up was Supernatural gifs, nothing from Wizard of Oz… hmm… we’ve taken over.
I’ve placed the list of story tags in the FAQ, and will add names to it as they’re guessed so everyone can see how many unnamed stories are waiting to be guessed!
February 17th excerpt:
“This is the right thing to do.”
February 16th excerpt:
Dean started by tugging off his boot and placing it to the side, followed by the other. As he pulled at the socks to check his feet first, he paused. He jabbed a finger in Jacob’s direction. “Just don’t go blowing my socks away! They’re hard enough to hang onto as it is.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at Dean’s stubborn grousing. “I won’t blow away your socks,” he promised in a low murmur.
February 15th excerpt:
When the hand opened up around Dean, he found himself falling straight down.
He let out a cry of alarm, memories of the four foot drop he’d been dangled over slamming into him all over again. His arms thrown out to either side, he felt his fingers brush against fabric as he fell.
Fabric…?
February 14th excerpt:
Dean tried to lash out with the boot that was being examined, wishing he could reach the guy’s face and hit him in the eye. Let him know what it felt like. If their positions were reversed, Dean wouldn’t put him in a pocket. A damn cage sounded like just the place for the human.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?” Dean snapped.
“All hands is not the way to woo a girl.”
February 13th excerpt:
“What the hell do you think we are?” Dean growled up at the human towering over them. This guy certainly had looming down. The Winchesters were both tense and prepared, ready to act the second they saw an opening. Sam didn’t need a hook or thread to climb down from most surfaces, though shimmying down was much more dangerous. Desperate times.
“Do I look like fucking Tinkerbell?”
February 12th excerpt:
Dean shoved Sam in the opposite direction. “Now!” he shouted.
Sam would know what to do.
In unison, the two brothers tossed themselves forward with their knives. Almost at the same time, twin silver blades cut into the hands, one on each side. They needed to get the hands out of their way. If they couldn’t manage that, they wouldn’t have a ghost of a chance at escaping.
February 11th excerpt:
Jacob grinned at a sudden thought. “Hey, maybe we’ll get you back in California sometime. Hollywood’s bound to see a few ghosts now and then, right?”
Dean sat down next to the sausage as Jacob talked, taking a whiff of his ouzo. The bittersweet fragrance gave him a shock of nostalgia, the tint of licorice in the air another smell he’d never expected to experience again.
“We could always get a tour on set in Hollywood,” Dean said, going along with Jacob. “I mean, I’m sure Sammy’s always wanted to meet a star from the Gilmore Girls.”
February 10th excerpt:
Sam met Dean on the dresser, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “Licorice? ” He shuddered. “They actually make a drink that tastes like that?”
Dean glared at him. “That is a classic snack, almost as good as popcorn! It’s like… chewy pieces of heaven.”
With a grimace, Sam replied, “That’s funny. It tastes like dirt to me, so you’ve got an interesting idea of heaven.”
February 9th excerpt:
Dean held his face expressionless as he listened to Jacob’s words, checking out his own cards. For him, it was a more involved process. Sam stood half an inch higher than the cards, but Dean wasn’t even a third of an inch taller. They were lightweight, but bulky in his hands. The thick, coated paper was coarse as he lifted it, spotting the red letters that told him his card.
Dropping that card down, he lifted up the second. “Maybe that’ll have to be your incentive,” he told Jacob dryly. “You’ll have to come to us if you want to do your laundry.”
Brothers Apart 