September 24th excerpt:
“Here we go,” Nate said, partially to himself as much as to Dean. He stepped smoothly, holding Dean out in front of him. “So, this is the main hall, pretty much leads to everywhere in the house. Front door, though you probably came in through the garage ‘round back. That’s a straight shot down this hall. I’ll show you the sitting room first, though.”
April 6th excerpt:
A distant click at the front door, this time far more solid than the tentative sound of a lockpick, reached his ears. A smile of relief ghosted across Jacob’s face. His mom was home.
August 10th excerpt:
With Jacob hidden, the teenager couldn’t see the way Dean hesitated at the front door of the house, gathering wool as he stood on the creaking porch. One hand drummed absent fingers against the duffel hanging from his side, wondering if he was doing the right thing.
Then, with determination, Dean pushed harshly on the doorbell.
December 31st excerpt:
The humans weren’t kept waiting long. At the back of the shelf, beyond where any of the books would reach unless they were shoved back all the way, Dean’s little shadow slipped from the corner. The crack he came from was expertly concealed to be hidden from view if one of the books in front was removed.
With the books gone, Dean had never felt so exposed leaving his own front door.
The tension in the air was so thick in the main room of the flat that even Dean picked up on it. He stepped up to the edge of the fabric John had gathered, his eyebrows going up as he saw it was all the same color. It didn’t take him long to piece together the fact that John had shredded a shirt for them to use, brushing a hand over a freshly-frayed edge.
Brothers Apart 