June 11th excerpt:

Dean couldn’t stop a snort of amusement when he saw the teenager tumble into his pocket. He could only faintly feel Jacob’s weight against his chest, as easily overlooked as a book of matches or a motel notebook. Yet to Dean, that tiny weight couldn’t be ignored if he tried. Jacob was trusting him with his life, willingly or not, and he would never put a kid in danger.

Scooping a finger into the pocket, Dean helped Jacob stand back up with a smirk on his face. “Better watch yourself there, half-pint,” he snickered. “Can’t have you getting yourself in trouble in a pocket.

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