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.

January 23rd excerpt:

The dismaying thought that poked at the back of Dean’s head kept trying to intrude.

If he’d found what he was searching for, and John Winchester was in that house…

Where was the Impala?

January 22nd excerpt:

They didn’t own much between the two of them, aside from a dollhouse desk and bed for Sam and a few scrounged furnishings and a nest of fabric at Dean’s, but they did have clothes and a few personal effects.

Dean’s amulet, hanging around his neck ever since being downsized. Their knives, two of a kind. Silver and sharp, they’d been used more than once against any rats that tried to infest the motel.

And of course, Sam had managed to find himself a journal.

(Bonus) January 21st excerpt:

“It’s all good genetics,” Jacob quipped in a low mumble, trying to take his mind off the fact that he probably really did seem like Godzilla to them. Godzilla with a hoodie and a backpack. He almost smirked at the thought, but his own nerves were kicking in.

January 21st excerpt:

“Dean, you sure as hell know that I’m the faster one when it comes to getting around this place. You try and leave without me, I’ll just hitch a ride.”

Dean scoffed. “You wouldn’t.”

Sam’s eyes were steely. “Try me,” he repeated.

January 20th excerpt:

For years, they’d both hoped for the curse to wear off, for John to come back. They’d watched the parking lot from the small opening on the roof. Dean stayed as far back from the edge as he could and swore it was only to avoid the birds outside. Sam could never understand how his older brother could manage to climb like he did and still turn white at heights. But his drive to watch for their dad kept him there, despite the fear.

January 18th excerpt:

“Come on, dude, there’s a computer right in front of you, I just need you to help me out,” Jacob said exasperatedly. The clerk rolled his eyes and made a laborious show of putting his hand on the mouse and clicking on his solitaire window to close it.

Just one little thing. Y’know, your actual job, shithead.

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.