July 17th excerpt:
“Oh, that’s cute,” Sam sassed right back, practically spitting on the offer in the hopes it would push the other man into leaving. “You think I’m out here all by myself. Only fools would come on a hunt like this on their own.”
Right on cue, Dean strolled out of the shadow of the trees, his sawed-off shotgun hanging casually from one hand while the other was draped over his duffel bag. “Hey there, Sammy,” he drawled, “this guy givin’ you some trouble?”
Brothers Apart 