September 2nd excerpt:
“What are your plans?” Sam asked dubiously as he eyed up the slight bulge against Dean’s chest.
Dean shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. For now, he’s out of Bobby’s way, out of Rumsfeld’s way, and we’ve got the night to ourselves. Want to grab a movie?”
Sam considered. “What about Logan? I’m not sitting with you if he’s going to be bitching up a storm.”
“I’ll find a place to stash him for the night.”