November 4th excerpt:

Jacob couldn’t help one more glance at the table before he headed out the door, watching Sam set back down to research. It grated against him to leave someone so small and vulnerable alone in the room. A distant memory returned to him, of the first time he’d ever contacted Sam and Dean over the phone. Dean’s proud, stubborn voice insisting that Sam was a hunter in his own right.

And no one will ever say differently.

October 31st excerpt:

“Sprites are pretty out there, as far as what we deal with. Interviews are a little more on the ordinary side of hunting,” Sam continued his explanation. “Sometimes, the monster we find isn’t the monster you expect. The werewolf next door. A haunted house is really haunted. Someone hiding a deep, dark family secret. The only way to get to the bottom of those isn’t to run in, guns blazing. You’ve gotta talk it out, slide past law enforcement and get rid of the monster before it strikes again. Police just ain’t equipped to handle a monster that only dies to silver bullets.”

After another moment of thought, Sam shrugged again. “Not that I ever do the interviews. That kinda thing is up to Dean.”

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.

October 29th excerpt:

The realization of that mistake coiled around Jacob and his heart sank. He was supposed to be helping, and looking out for Sam. The little guy was trusting him to do that.

If Dean didn’t kick his ass for hot-wiring the Impala, he would for this.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

They would start by (hopefully) finding out what the lion is.

(I mean, half the time they charge in half-cocked if people are in direct danger, but they prefer to do their research first).

First would be to get innocents out of the way. At a zoo, they might end up helping the zookeepers get some of the animals out of the way so they don’t lose any of them, especially those endangered species.

Just gotta save the girl the lion took as a hostage to lure the hunters to it.

Finding something to kill it with would be work, since it can’t die by any mortal weapons. Angel blades would be easiest, if they knew any angels at the time. Definitely not a mortal weapon, and almost nothing can stand up to it.

Dean might be tough, but he’s not as strong as Heracles, so he wouldn’t be able to strangle the lion if an angel blade isn’t an option. His best option would be shooting it in the mouth, if he figures out its weakness.

Monster gets the gank, hero gets the girl. Sam rolls his eyes.