June 26th excerpt:
The younger Winchester was sitting in a corner, his lap once more covered in the scattered papers that made up his journal. He wasn’t writing in them at the moment, but instead carefully reading through. As Dean watched, Sam brushed his hand reverentially down one to smooth the wrinkles on it, then set it to the side.
After a moment’s consideration, Dean left the box of raisins against the wall, giving it an ‘accidental’ kick for the way it tripped him up multiple times in the cupboard. At this rate, neither of the humans in the flat would think he could slip around undetected.
Damn box. At least raisins lasted forever.
Brothers Apart 