April 12th excerpt:

“Where’d ya find that?” Sam asked, lazily brushing a hand through his ever-lengthening hair, though John usually prevailed upon him to trim it down when it started to get in his eyes. He put off cutting it a little longer each time.

Dean shrugged. “It was right in your bag,” he said, pointing at the backpack slumped down next to the nightstand.

Sam bit his lips. “I thought I lost it weeks ago,” he admitted.

“I just… knew it was there,” Dean said, uncertain now. “I needed it.”