August 31st excerpt:

Since Sam’s portion of the hot dog was cut into small pieces to make it manageable for the tiny hunter, Dean had to content himself with spearing the bite with his fork and dipping it in the ketchup, just like he’d done as a kid growing up. He could try piling it all into a bun to see how that would go, but since he was almost full, it seemed a waste of time.

Sam selected another shred of his leftovers and bun and had just begun to splice it all together when he happened to glance up at some movement on Dean’s chest. His eyebrows jumped up. “Dean!”