February 2nd excerpt:

The sharp sound of someone clearing his voice came from behind, and Dean twisted around in surprise. Sam was standing on the edge of the shelf with a disapproving frown on his face. A boot dangled from each hand.

“What are you, my mother?” Dean griped.

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