July 31st excerpt:
Dean hummed to himself as he dumped the scalding hot water out over the sink and the hot dogs dropped into a strainer to cool. “Ketchup?” he called over his shoulder to Sam, getting a distracted nod in return.
Piling it all onto a plate, Dean snagged the bag of hot dog buns and brought it all over to the table, claiming the spot Bobby had eaten his own lunch in. It was easier since the spot was cleared of the regular clutter. The ketchup was fetched from the fridge, and a fork, which ended up used to cut one of the hot dogs to manageable pieces for Sam to gather from. Dean nudged that one to the very edge and plucked some of the softer parts of his bun off for Sam to try, then poured practically a red lake’s worth of ketchup for Sam to use.
“Grub’s up,” he announced, piecing his own together with the buns provided and grabbing mustard and onions as well to stack on top.