August 24th excerpt:
Sam yawned, finally having pulled himself up from the corner of the pocket. “It’ll be nice to hit the sack,” he said tiredly. “I’m not used to this yet.”
“We’ve been hunting for ages, Sammy!”
Sam shoved back at Dean. “I’m used to sleeping during the day,” he protested, ears flaming.
May 29th excerpt:
Dean let out a yawn, almost going to cover his mouth with the hand holding Jacob in it. He caught himself halfway there, almost freezing mid-yawn. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, lowering his hand down.
Jacob’s eyes were wide and he had to remind himself to take a breath. He never thought he’d have to fear something like that, and yet almost being lifted towards a giant mouth that was stretching wide open had made his heart nearly stop. He was reminded all over again that he was small enough to fit in that mouth. “D-don’t mention it,” he mumbled, very sincere in that wish.
Don’t mention it or do it ever again, Jesus Christ.
April 24th excerpt:
Dean grumbled in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering open briefly in the chill air of the motel room. Wondering what had woken him, his eyes briefly wandered over to the nightstand. “ ‘ammy?” he mumbled.
When he spotted the still, sleeping form of his little brother curled up on the nightstand next to Bowman with the extra-small Jacob presumably curled between them, he smiled. Settling back down, he let himself sink back into his pillows, absently scratching at a flutter near his stomach. Dean yawned, slowly passing back into sleep.
Brothers Apart 