October 30th excerpt:
“Hey,” Jacob greeted, walking over to set the plate down well away from any of the books. There was some bacon and eggs, staples for a continental breakfast, as well as some toast. “They had some fruit, but it looked pretty miserable,” he noted sheepishly.
“Trust me, I’m the last person who’s gonna complain about that,” Sam commented as he stepped down from the book to look the plate over. “I’ve lived in motels over half my life. Warm food is more we could usually hope to find.”
He took a few steps towards the food, then paused, realizing he was treating things like he was with Dean again. “You mind?” Sam asked, gesturing at the food and flushing slightly. Couldn’t just take the food. He’d only known Jacob for a day now.