November 8th excerpt:

“Uh. Pocket okay?” Jacob asked, glancing at Sam in the mirror.

“That works.”

Instead of waiting for Jacob’s assistance, Sam scaled down from Jacob’s shoulder and ducked in the pocket himself, much like he did with Dean when the coast was clear. From here, Sam stood to check the height of the pocket, finding himself just tall enough to see out while standing.

Definitely deeper than Dean’s. Those were child’s play for Sam, unless he got buttoned in.