January 3rd excerpt:
Dean’s boot came in to smash the ashes into the ground, breaking Stan out of his reverie, and made him duck a little closer to the edge of Sam’s hand. That hexbag had been Stan’s size, likely bigger than him, and now it was crushed into nothing.
Maybe that’s how they’ll do it, something morbid in the back of Stan’s mind thought. Crushing. Relatively clean, takes less than a second.
Brothers Apart 