September 25th excerpt:

By the time he made his way back to the staircase to start showing Dean the remaining two floors, Stan had finished up feeding Juno and worked up the courage to join Nate and Dean on the tour. He’d had more than a few moments to compose himself and he tried to smile at his fiance, though he still had a questioning look in his eyes. Nate tried to project reassurance, but neither of them were willing to talk over Dean’s head about it.

They both knew they were in for a long talk, but it would have to wait. Dean took priority for now.

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.”

September 23rd excerpt:

Sam’s torrent of words was cut off by a knock at the door, and he turned in his chair, his face blank for a moment as he was unable to remember why someone might be knocking.

Then, he remembered.

“Oh! That’s the pizza.” Sam turned back to the table. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

September 20th excerpt:

Curious about what was going on, Oscar worked up the courage to pull himself towards the opening of the pocket. All he needed was a glimpse of where they were going, and he could hop back down without even Dean noticing. He hoisted himself up to the edge and paused before shakily trying to nudge the pocket flap just enough to peek past it.

September 19th excerpt:

Seeing that Dean was about to take him out of the hidden confines of the pocket, he curled up into a ball again. Part of it was from nerves, but Oscar knew he needed to help the humans keep him a secret here, no matter what. Even if it meant coming out for a few seconds to go to a different pocket.

September 18th excerpt:

Sam looked worriedly at Dean. “You gotta be careful with him!” he warned quietly.

With a rueful grin, Dean shook his head in exasperation. “I take care of you, right?” he reminded Sam. “He’ll be fine with me.”

Reaching for Sam’s pocket, Dean flipped open the flap and went to scoop the kid up into a confined fist to avoid anyone else spotting what they had hidden.

September 17th excerpt:

“Dude, I told you,” Dean grumbled at Sam. “Batman is way better than Superman. He doesn’t even need superpowers to fight crime!”

Sam rolled his eyes where he was draped against Dean’s neck, comfortably propped up. “No, just a few billion dollars to make up for it. Superman is using his natural strength instead of all these extra toys!”

September 16th excerpt:

That dog had been a thorn in his side for weeks. Logan glared at what he could see of Rumsfeld over the edge of the nightstand. Damn dog didn’t bark at Sam like a chew toy.

Maybe there was something to that.

September 15th excerpt:

Jacob glanced down at himself and the doll clothes he wore. His lips pursed and he was forced to notice some of the clumsier seams and the thickness of the fabric all over again. Compared to the other clothes, the little hoodie, the best his mom could find on their budget, was a pale knockoff. “Um. Well, these have worked fine for me so far,” he muttered, unsure.