November 1st excerpt:
Jerking a thumb at the door, Sam grinned. “Besides, Dean showed me how to fake an ID. We can make up a brand new identity for you if we need to interview anyone.”
Jacob froze as the implication struck him. “Holy shit,” he muttered, once again grinning sheepishly. A fake ID. There was no way he could let his family know what he was doing out here. At least he’d had some practice keeping the sprites a secret.