June 15th excerpt:
The thought brought on an exasperated sigh, and he angrily chewed through the rest of his biscuit as he mulled it over. On some level Sherlock wanted to hear Dean out. He trusted Dean as a partner and knew he could rely on his judgment, but still–
January 5th excerpt:
“Dean! ” Sherlock called, cutting off John’s comment as he took long strides toward the kitchen. It was the most likely place they’d find the tiny man. Sherlock had no doubt the Winchesters’ food supply had been greatly depleted that night and would need to be refilled.
Biting back a cringe at the volume of Sherlock’s voice, John heaved a weary sigh as he followed his flatmate.
The silence in the kitchen shattered, Dean burst out from behind the glassware on the countertop, looking more frazzled than normal. His duffel was discernibly thicker than before, and a biscuit hung out of his other arm. Clearly, he had been busy in the time since they’d seen him last.
“What?! ” Dean hissed. “And, what the hell?! How do you possibly always know where I am? It’s ruining my mystique!”
October 10th excerpt:
“In fact,” Dean said, hitching up his leather duffel bag and starting to lead the way back to the home they shared, “I think we’ve earned a snack tonight. None of this ‘crumbs’ business. They won’t miss one cookie.”
"Biscuit,” Sam corrected by habit. He’d learned the local slang faster than Dean after their abrupt relocation to England.
“Whatever.”
Brothers Apart 