January 26th excerpt:
Dean was exasperated, still rambling about the dog. “He’s the size of a freakin’ house! At least when Sam brought home a mouse, it couldn’t try and eat me!”
Sam snorted at him, rolling his eyes. “Dean. He’s not going to do anything.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” Dean said, one hand clutching the fabric behind them, “and I’ll be up high. Where it’s safer.”
Brothers Apart 