September 12th excerpt:

Jacob trudged towards one of the worn, rusty gates in the metallic wall, glad the fence existed. It kept the sprites just a little safer from humans, tucked away so far that they hardly noticed the world outside the forest.

He wanted to do what he could to keep that peaceful simplicity intact.

“It isn’t much farther,” he muttered, leading the way through the gate for Sam and Dean. The words were as much for himself as for the brothers; the pressure in the air from Dean’s looks was all but tangible. He half expected to find holes burned right into his jacket when the trip was all over. He hadn’t gotten off to a good start with the guy.

February 3rd excerpt:

That was the last thought he had before Dean leapt into the air, catching the fence with a hand. The toe of his boots fit through the chain links, but nothing more, and Dean used that leverage to climb the rest of the way up, sending the entire structure shaking from his weight and the strength in his arms as he moved. When he reached the top, he didn’t just climb over, he braced one hand on the edge and propelled himself over the top, flipping upside down before he dropped on the other side.

And landed on his feet with a beyond-heavy thud, only a foot away from where the duffel had landed.