August 24th excerpt:

Sam yawned, finally having pulled himself up from the corner of the pocket. “It’ll be nice to hit the sack,” he said tiredly. “I’m not used to this yet.”

“We’ve been hunting for ages, Sammy!”

Sam shoved back at Dean. “I’m used to sleeping during the day,” he protested, ears flaming.

August 13th excerpt:

Under Dean’s watchful eye, Sam flopped onto his bed, and it was less than a minute before he was snoring away, arms and legs in a sprawl.

Dean shook his head. Good thing their dad had sprung for a room with two beds. He wouldn’t have a foot in his face.