July 10th excerpt:
“That guy’s throwing back a few shots to drown his sorrows. I think you hurt his feelings.”
“He’s in the right place then,” Sam commented wryly, looking up at Jacob.
“With less money to spend on them,” Dean said with a glint in his eye, maliciously grinning as he glanced in the bar’s direction.
Sam rubbed his neck with a shrug. “I’m sure he’ll get over it.”
July 9th excerpt:
“Great job in there,” Dean enthused. “Now we can actually put that nest egg to use and stop worrying about sending Jacob into a bar to try and bluff his way to winnings. He’s the one more likely to get played.”
Sam rolled his eyes and elbowed Dean in the side. “He tries,” he defended. “It’s not his fault he’s kind of… wholesome.”
July 8th excerpt:
Down in the pocket, Sam and Dean Winchester had chosen to keep a close eye as the money from their case was gambled away in a game at the local bar.
“Yes!” Dean hissed, pumping a fist as he watched the money pile up in front.
“Shh,” Sam hissed right back, shoving at Dean to keep him quiet. “Quiet! They’ll hear us!”
“You be quiet!”
“No, you!”
August 22nd excerpt:
Jacob hadn’t expected it out of Dean after earlier. He’d half expected to receive the cold shoulder, or at most a noncommittal acknowledgement that he existed.
This was definitely not the cold shoulder.
Dean’s hands were warm and his pulse heavy, both things Jacob noticed right away. The grasp around him wasn’t tight, but it didn’t seem as controlled as usual. The smell of a bar clinging to the skin of each hand added to it. Jacob squirmed enough to pull his arms free and loop them over Dean’s knuckles, ready to hang on if things became bumpy.
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Something ancient is stalking people in town, and now it has its sights set on a certain pair of hunters in town. Sam and Dean find more to handle than they ever expected, and an evil that sets them against each other.
“Raise,” Dean said confidently, pushing his chips to the center.
The man across from him fidgeted at that, staring out at the five cards aligned on the table. Out there sat two aces… he knew that if Dean had the other two, it was all over for him. Even if Dean only had one ace, the guy risked going up against a full house.
Dean stared solidly back, his years of hunting serving him well and hiding his own tells. Out of everyone watching the game, the only person that could call his bluff was currently concealed in his chest pocket.
Sam, barely four inches tall, was adept at reading facial expressions. His small size meant that every little twitch and uncertain flicker that passed over Dean’s face, or any other human’s face, was easy for the small hunter to read.
Normally, Sam never came out to a bar like this. A rowdy bar scene wasn’t a safe place for him to relax and hang out with Dean. Plus, there was no way for him to enjoy a drink with his older brother, since he couldn’t risk coming out of the pocket. But this trip wasn’t just for relaxing and building up their stack of emergency cash.
This was for training.
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November 17th excerpt:
The bar was quiet in the early hours of the evening. A few scattered tables held patrons, from the worn and weary older men that hunched over their drinks like they were birds protecting their young to a baby-faced kid getting carded at the bar, it was a familiar scene for Dean as he swaggered confidently over the threshold. His cocky attitude fit his leather jacket, and his hard green eyes made it easy to blend right in.
Once, a lifetime ago, this would have felt like home. Before that fateful day.
Before Sam.
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