July 16th excerpt:
When the harsh knocking came from outside the walls, Sam leaped up two inches from his nest, eyes wide as he went from fast asleep to on the alert in record time. Dean, quietly working on his project in his own nest, accidentally twisted the metal of the paper clip in the wrong direction.
“Son of a bitch! ” he swore, glaring towards the outside of the walls, where they knew Sherlock was. There were times it was convenient to have human allies, and they definitely slept better knowing that they weren’t about to be torn from their homes just because they made a slip-up.