October 18th excerpt:

Tucking his arms close, Dean let himself relax against the trunk of the tree. Now that he was away from the bustle of the small town they were staying in, too far off to hear the cars thunder down the street or any other sounds of humanity, all the exhaustion he’d staved off from the completion of their hunt the night before came rushing back, falling over Dean like a heavy blanket. His eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open to watch Stan in the forest, then closing again with some finality.

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