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.”
February 16th excerpt:
“I think I can make that work,” Dean said, spreading out his food in front of him. He tore open a granola bar and the trail mix; the last thing he’d need was Sam or Jacob bitching at him for not picking their favorite, and carefully picked out something of everything. He sent a quick glance Logan’s way. With the other hunter preoccupied, Dean took advantage of a free moment to take his handful of food and drop it swiftly into his chest pocket.
The pocket struggled in surprise, then came two swift elbows in unison to his chest when Sam and Jacob figured out what he’d done.
Brothers Apart 