April 20th excerpt:
Sam drove the final nail in the coffin of his stubborn resistance. “Dean,” he said gently, sitting on the edge of his book with his legs dangling off. “None of us can drive the Impala. If you run yourself into the ground, we’ll be helpless. Please, just eat something.” His eyes, even as small as he was, were wide and round, staring up at Dean beseechingly.
Brothers Apart 