February 13th excerpt:

“What the hell do you think we are?” Dean growled up at the human towering over them. This guy certainly had looming down. The Winchesters were both tense and prepared, ready to act the second they saw an opening. Sam didn’t need a hook or thread to climb down from most surfaces, though shimmying down was much more dangerous. Desperate times.

“Do I look like fucking Tinkerbell?”

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