April 27th excerpt:
“You humans and your endless weirdness,” Bowman quipped, flicking his wings before settling them on the table behind him to relax.
“Humans cook most of their food,” Sam said with a grin, glad for things to be going back to their normal banter about how strange his people were. It was what he’d done with Bowman since his curse. Constant arguments about corners, size, food… and it was always entertaining.
“Who cares about mushrooms,” Dean mumbled around his own slice. “Give me some pepperoni or sausage any day.” He wrinkled his nose when Sam waved a mushroom over his head and then pointedly took a bite out of it.