May 9th excerpt:

No answer came, and Logan’s voice fell on dead, uncaring air. The car engine cut out, and in the silence he could make out the sound of footsteps making their way towards the door.

A door creaked open, and “Honey! I’m home!” echoed through the air.

Rumsfeld jumped to his feet and barreled out of the kitchen, vanishing from sight. Dean’s laugh, clearly recognizable after Logan’s short time with the hunter, followed the dog’s entrance. “Whoa! Sam can’t say ‘hi’ if you go knockin’ him off my shoulder. Gimme a sec.”

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