September 12th excerpt:

Jacob trudged towards one of the worn, rusty gates in the metallic wall, glad the fence existed. It kept the sprites just a little safer from humans, tucked away so far that they hardly noticed the world outside the forest.

He wanted to do what he could to keep that peaceful simplicity intact.

“It isn’t much farther,” he muttered, leading the way through the gate for Sam and Dean. The words were as much for himself as for the brothers; the pressure in the air from Dean’s looks was all but tangible. He half expected to find holes burned right into his jacket when the trip was all over. He hadn’t gotten off to a good start with the guy.

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