July 9th excerpt:

Cupping his hands around his mouth, Dean practiced one of his least-used abilities due to living most of his life in hiding, and threw his voice to the right. “Who ya gonna call?!”

Stan was practically flattened to the floor, one eye squinted closed to peer under the couch. He regretted allowing himself to get sidetracked long enough to let Dean find cover down there. It was much darker under there than it was under the chair, and nearly impossible to distinguish the shadows toward the back. He was hesitant to reach in when he couldn’t see Dean, but he also didn’t want to let him get away that easily.

July 6th excerpt:

With a spark of inspiration, Dean dug into his bag. There wasn’t much there that would be much use, but he only needed to distract Stan for a moment. Grabbing what paper clips he had, he quickly attached them to each other to get some heft, then wrapped the aluminum sheets he had saved up for eating with later on. It was still fairly light, but just maybe he could get Stan to look the wrong way at the right time.

Dean kicked the makeshift paper clip weight towards the back of the chair, praying it would catch Stan’s attention, then flattened himself against the ground to inch out from underneath the front of John’s chair and get to the wall he was so close to.

June 18th excerpt:

Sam could feel the ground shake under his boots and knew Jacob had him in his sights when the back of his neck burst into a tingle. He didn’t slow down, knowing if he hesitated it would be over. Compared to a human, he couldn’t cover enough ground to make a difference when it came down to it.

That was what Dean was waiting for.

Ha! ” yelled Dean triumphantly as he darted out into the open. He was hidden away on the side of the dresser that was closer to the middle of the two beds, and gave him a shorter distance to cover. With any luck, he could serve as a distraction before he managed to reach cover to get Jacob away from Sam.