October 29th excerpt:

Sam saw the look they shot him and could only put his hands up placatingly. “Oh, don’t mind me, feel free to carry on your conversation. Take your time.” The dry, flat humor in his voice was heavy, but he couldn’t say he minded, having two different people this size. Even with their numbers doubled and a discussion about weapons going on right in front of him, he couldn’t say he felt particularly threatened.

September 1st excerpt:

Sam found himself sitting at attention on Dean’s shoulder, unable to relax while the thought of kids in danger besieged him. Sam could only pray they weren’t too late to help.

After a few failed attempts to make conversation, Sam fell into a topic that was bothering him the most. “So, pretty wild what we found out about Walt, right?”