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.”
January 14th excerpt:
At least he could see his duffel and his bloodied dagger sitting on the edge of the table. Those would be recoverable, if there was a way out of this no-win situation he’d found himself in. Kirk managed it, Dean reminded himself, fear summoning up memories of old science fiction, of all things.
Nothing’s impossible.
January 13th excerpt:
Jacob brushed his fingertip over the little head of hair with a smirk. The tiny hairs, styled up in a casual spike befitting the leather jacket and jeans, were bedraggled after his touch, and he grinned apologetically. Since he only really got glares in return for his smiles, he had to hold back another snicker as the man begrudgingly tried to straighten the hair back to its spiked style.
January 12th excerpt:
“Dean! ” Sam hissed from his station next to the hook. “He’s back!”
Dean’s blood chilled as he turned around. The sound of immense feet scuffing against the ground outside sent daggers of fear up his back. Shoes big enough to crush Dean and Sam from existence at the same time without their owner even noticing crunched against gravel and crumbling asphalt.
Brothers Apart 