May 12th excerpt:
Bobby looked away from Dean and Logan, turning a blind eye to whatever they did. “Want some help getting that blood out?” he offered Sam, sizing up the splotch and the dark spot around it from Rumsfeld’s saliva.
Sam glanced at it. “Sure. I’m kind of running low on jackets, anyway. We don’t exactly have a supply of them…”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Bobby assured the kid as he held out his hand.
Brothers Apart 