September 3rd excerpt:
Jacob was greeted by the sight of a man in a leather jacket and jeans, hair in a casual spike and fierce green eyes. It had to be the very same Dean Winchester he’d talked to the day before.
Jacob could have sworn he saw a quick motion on Dean’s chest, ducking out of sight near the pocket there. Holy shit, he briefly thought, and willed himself not to glance directly at the pocket. Bowman had mentioned that if Sam wasn’t on a shoulder, he rode in a pocket. Either Jacob had tricked his own eyes, or someone was hiding there even know.