March 13th excerpt:
The intruder shut the door to the house lightly behind himself, a quiet click echoing through the still home as the latch shut. Darkness stretched around him, only broken in a few places by the scattered rays of the setting sun, splitting through the shadows like a shining beacon of sunset.
November 13th excerpt:
“Maybe nobody’s … home,” Jacob muttered, drawing it out as he listened for more than the creaking sound of the house settling.
“Not likely,” Sam replied, alert and listening as intently as Jacob.
July 15th excerpt:
A distant “Come in!” made its way to where they stood, and Sam and Dean both frowned in unison, a silent look passing between them.
“What is it?” Walt asked warily, disliking the way the air filled with tension.
“Might be nothing,” Dean muttered, his voice staying low for them.
“Might be something,” Sam interjected, one hand tight on Dean’s collar while the other rested against his brother’s neck.
January 26th excerpt:
Dean was exasperated, still rambling about the dog. “He’s the size of a freakin’ house! At least when Sam brought home a mouse, it couldn’t try and eat me!”
Sam snorted at him, rolling his eyes. “Dean. He’s not going to do anything.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” Dean said, one hand clutching the fabric behind them, “and I’ll be up high. Where it’s safer.”
Brothers Apart 