April 17th excerpt:

Dean took off without looking. It took a few seconds of determined walking to realize he’d gone in the wrong direction and had to backtrack. “I don’t know what they used in that shot they gave me but I can’t feel a thing,” Dean enthused to Jacob when he found him again. “Where’s the car parked?”

“Well … outside,” Jacob answered, keeping his expression as neutral as he could. Hopefully Dean wouldn’t see the smirk at the edges of his mouth in this state. Despite everything going on, it was hard not to find the drugged antics amusing. “Lemme show ya.”