May 18th excerpt:
“Anything’s possible,” Dean argued stubbornly back as they started on their way towards the boxes, aiming at a crack between them to start searching. He glanced behind at Jacob and made a shooing motion. “Who’d expect people like us to be hanging out with a hunter?”
“We’re the ones who helped him become a hunter,” Sam said in exasperation.
“Exactly! That’s my point! ”
Jacob watched them walk away for a second more, struck by the fact that he’d just been shoo’d with a hand so small he could barely see it from where he knelt.
