May 7th excerpt:
Dean bumping the nightstand may have jostled Bowman and Sam a bit. Perhaps it caused Sam’s current thought to have a wayward scribble over it. Maybe Bowman’s wings were rumpled.
For Jacob, the effect was amplified. The vibrations from an innocuous motion shook the lamp that Jacob perched on and it bucked him off.
He pitched forward in surprise, his arms flailing to the sides. His cup went flying, probably behind the nightstand, as Jacob fell face first into the pool of beer with an inaudible splash. The drink soaked him instantly. It was cold and it stole away all the warmth he’d just gained in the lamp light. Jacob’s eyes stung even though he had them shut tight.
Brothers Apart 