June 3rd excerpt: 

Watching the computer boot up for a second or two, Jacob shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced over the expanse of the table. For the moment, that was how far the world went for him. He didn’t have any way to climb down, and it was well-established that Dean wouldn’t be letting him on the floor.

At least the attention was off him for a moment. Jacob, assuming he was off the hook while Dean worked, wandered towards the nearest edge of the table, looking out over the room at the gargantuan furniture and faraway walls.

Unfortunately for Jacob, that wasn’t what Dean had in mind for him.

A shadow fell over his body as two fingers pinched his hoodie between them. He was hauled off his feet and brought over to the laptop, dangling over the keyboard for a few seconds before being unceremoniously dropped down between the trackpad and the keyboard. He pitched forward and caught himself on his hands, noting that the plastic was already getting warmer from the machine at work within the casing.

April 1st excerpt:

After a few minutes of typing diligently away and loading up various pages, Sam realized he could feel eyes on him with more focus than before. A slight flush rose to his face, and he didn’t turn around at first, continuing to work despite the fact that he knew both of the other humans were watching him.

Sam used the arrow key to scroll down on his current page, putting off the time until he turned around to give his bright red blushing a chance to die down. Once he was sure it would be safe, he turned and paused.

The difference between Dean and Jacob couldn’t be more obvious. Dean almost took up Sam’s entire line of sight resting his head on his arms a few inches away from the laptop to watch Sam work. Jacob, on the other hand, was a small figure sitting on the thick plastic of the older Dell Inspiron, a few inches away from the trackpad. He wasn’t supposed to be so small. He was supposed to be bigger even than Dean, and it was unsettling. Sam would much rather have both his humans looming overhead as they were meant to.

December 1st excerpt:

Sam’s head was on a swivel as he stepped towards the keys, taking it all in. He’d seen laptops operated before, but this was his first chance to see it all from up close. The screen loomed overhead, a search engine ready and waiting for him as he committed it all to memory. The powerful whirr of the hard drive came from underneath his boots, and Sam could swear his feet felt warmer than the rest of him.

Dropping his satchel down at the edge of the keyboard, Sam pulled out a blank sheet of paper and his pencil tip, just in case he needed to remember anything. He stuffed them both in his jacket pocket, pacing over to the trackpad. He knelt down, swiping his entire hand over the flat surface and was pleasantly surprised to see the mouse react to his touch the same way as it did for John or Sherlock’s fingers. It took him more work, but a few swipes moved the cursor over the entire screen, Sam slowly getting used to using it.

He clicked the search bar, then paused, realizing he had no idea what to search for first.