April 19th excerpt:

Dean tried to glare at all of them, but it didn’t work while being ganged up on from three different directions. Sam on his own was bad enough. “I’m fine,” he repeated stubbornly, digging in his heels from sheer cussedness. “I’m just… not hungry, alright?”

His stomach disagreed with him, grumbling in aggravation. Dean glared downwards, annoyed with the internal betrayal of his stubborn stance.

Traitor.

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