July 28th excerpt:
Bobby offered Sam a hand. He was less practiced than Dean, and quickly lowered the younger Winchester down before his nerves with the kid became overly obvious. Sam stepped to the table, only pausing once to see what had changed since the last time he’d been around.
“Is there a case?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped over the newspaper Bobby had left to the side, out of the way of his earlier meal.
June 27th excerpt:
“You sick son of a bitch, let us go!” Dean snapped, trying to cover up his fear that any second now, they’d be shoved into the massive mouth that hung above them. His blood chilled at the sight, realizing they were small enough to fit inside without a problem. It was almost impossible to focus on anything else, especially not after he caught a glimpse of the white rocks inside. Teeth. Teeth big enough to cut either brother in half, snap them like a twig.
He distantly wished they’d left a message with Bobby to let him know what they were hunting. If they vanished like this, all he would have to find of them was an abandoned Impala. That was, if the police didn’t get to her first.
“Wait!” Sam shouted. “If you do this you’ll regret it!”
Brothers Apart 