May 19th excerpt:
“Don’t you trust me?” Dean asked with a gleam in his eyes. “Lemme see your journal.” He held out a hand, clearly expecting Sam to follow through.
“What?! No,” Sam protested. “The last time you used it, I got red paint in the middle.”
Dean huffed in annoyance. “I’m not gonna mess it up! I just need a page. We can try and write out what we’re saying, and see if they understand.”