October 8th excerpt:
The EMF reader didn’t give him a breath to wait for an answer before it flared to life, its red lights glowing brightly. There was a telltale wobble in a bedframe leaned against the wall, before it tilted away from its position, with no warning other than the creak of cheap old metal.
“Whoa!”
Dean leapt to the side, barely sidestepping out of the way of the heavy furniture. Mere moments ago, it was as stable as anything in the room. Now, it slammed into the ground with a heavy knock.
He hit the ground a foot away, going straight to a crouch. “Sam? Jacob?”
Brothers Apart 