June 13th excerpt:
“So, bite-size’s choice. Hand or ground?” Dean arched an eyebrow, playfully wiggling his fingers just in Logan’s line of sight.
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May 12th excerpt:
Bobby looked away from Dean and Logan, turning a blind eye to whatever they did. “Want some help getting that blood out?” he offered Sam, sizing up the splotch and the dark spot around it from Rumsfeld’s saliva.
Sam glanced at it. “Sure. I’m kind of running low on jackets, anyway. We don’t exactly have a supply of them…”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Bobby assured the kid as he held out his hand.
May 11th excerpt:
Rumsfeld nosed at Sam’s jacket then whined at the dark splotch that covered one arm, tenderly licking the tiny limb.
“It’s okay,” Sam promised. “It’s not my blood. I just didn’t get a chance to change my jacket.”
May 9th excerpt:
No answer came, and Logan’s voice fell on dead, uncaring air. The car engine cut out, and in the silence he could make out the sound of footsteps making their way towards the door.
A door creaked open, and “Honey! I’m home!” echoed through the air.
Rumsfeld jumped to his feet and barreled out of the kitchen, vanishing from sight. Dean’s laugh, clearly recognizable after Logan’s short time with the hunter, followed the dog’s entrance. “Whoa! Sam can’t say ‘hi’ if you go knockin’ him off my shoulder. Gimme a sec.”
May 8th excerpt:
“What are you planning?” Sam asked curiously as he made himself at home, pushing Dean’s collar up to block him from sight and leaning against his older brother’s neck. Just another day, living with his giant brother.
“Oh… I’m sure there’s something we can do with him.”
May 7th excerpt:
“A certain someone got himself snatched up,” Dean said smugly, grabbing a pile of boxers to stuff in. “Took him less time than I expected.”
“You know how Rumsfeld is,” Sam said. “He was probably following Logan around the entire time he was there.”
May 6th excerpt:
“Yeah, he’s swearing up a storm,” Bobby kept going. “Got him in a jar to keep Rumsfeld off him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Rums was lookin’ at him like he was a doggie toy. Whatever Sam said to him, he got his point across good.”
May 5th excerpt:
“I never pulled the wings off a dragonfly, but a sprite? I’d do it in a heartbeat, and if you knew what they can do you’d be the same.”
Bobby shook his head as he stabbed SEND with his thumb. “You are one twisted son of a bitch,” he said to Logan before turning away as the phone rang.
April 11th excerpt:
Screwing on the lid with more effort than he needed, Bobby scowled at the jar. “Better watch that mouth of yours around Dean,” he warned the downsized hunter. “He’s not one to take that kind of thing lying down.”
April 10th excerpt:
“You reckon I should just let you out then? See what Rumsfeld here makes of ya? ‘Cause I can tell you one thing. He ain’t lookin’ at you like he does Sam.”
Brothers Apart 