September 18th excerpt:

Jacob stepped towards the desk, and his movements were heralded by creaking in the wood floors. When he knelt, his occupied hand moved closer to his chest to avoid sending Dean toppling, and then the other planted on the floor while he tilted his head to get a better angle on the cabinet. “What do ya think, Sam, worth checking out?”

Sam couldn’t quite hide a smile at that, turning the question right around on Jacob with expert practice from years of handling Dean. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell us?”

Jacob let out a quiet scoff of a laugh, caught off guard by the quick remark from Sam. Usually it was Dean throwing sass his way, though he couldn’t say he didn’t open himself up for it. He slid his hand along the floor and underneath the cabinet. His knuckles bumped against the bottom of the thing.

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