June 6th excerpt:

Dean made a beeline for the pie. “You can have all the fries you want. This pie is mine.

Sam grinned as he started to piece together a mimic of Jacob’s chicken sandwich, trying to get all of the vegetables down to a reasonable size. “It’s not like you can even finish that slice of pie,” he pointed out dryly.

“Hey!” Dean sent him an offended glare as he leaned over and sliced off the end of the pie. It was carefully balanced on the tip of his knife. “One day I’ll finish an entire pie without anyone’s help, and you’ll be wishin’ you had your own.”

That’s the background for Brothers Lost, and John does not end up finding the brothers. He believes them both dead, and leaves the motel.

Brothers Lost

He was supposed to be out there. Saving people. Hunting things.

He wasn’t supposed to be the victim. Trapped by a witch and a curse that tore his entire world away. Everything gone but Sam himself.


Dean skidded to a halt when he reached the end of the bed and scanned the room once more. Sam did the same, checking their area in case Dean missed anything. Patience was key, as Walt repeated over and over again.

He held a hand out to Sam, signaling that he would go first. He was the oldest. It was his idea, so he’d take the risk.