July 2nd excerpt:
Dean nodded, starting to gather up his chosen pile of softer fabrics. Since he couldn’t carry everything in at once, he settled for what he planned on using for his bedding.
Arms full, he walked towards the ‘door’ of his new home, looking it up and down. The opening of the door was a few centimeters over his spike of hair, and he paused to look up when he was in the doorway, touching the side of the cutaway Stan had done. There was barely a fray aside from the corners. If he had time later, he could tug any of the excess cardboard out and make it a little cleaner. It would give him something to do.
Brothers Apart 