October 10th excerpt:
“In fact,” Dean said, hitching up his leather duffel bag and starting to lead the way back to the home they shared, “I think we’ve earned a snack tonight. None of this ‘crumbs’ business. They won’t miss one cookie.”
"Biscuit,” Sam corrected by habit. He’d learned the local slang faster than Dean after their abrupt relocation to England.
“Whatever.”


