November 30th excerpt:

Not one to be left out of even the chance of a drink, Dean immediately jumped back into the conversation, waving a hand over his head to be sure they were paying attention to him. “I’ll take a whiskey! Neat!” he ordered, remembering exactly how to say it from a childhood spent watching his father go to bars and months spent at Bobby’s house, sneaking shots of whiskey when the adults weren’t paying attention.

They will find the burrow, just like in BA, they just haven’t found it yet. Back in 1993, it was before Rumsfeld was around, so there’s no one to show Sam the way to the home of the littles near Bobby.

I’m sure Arthur and the others would love to welcome in a wee Sam, but I don’t think Dean would like his wee little bro vanishing! *Panics*