October 31st excerpt:

“Sprites are pretty out there, as far as what we deal with. Interviews are a little more on the ordinary side of hunting,” Sam continued his explanation. “Sometimes, the monster we find isn’t the monster you expect. The werewolf next door. A haunted house is really haunted. Someone hiding a deep, dark family secret. The only way to get to the bottom of those isn’t to run in, guns blazing. You’ve gotta talk it out, slide past law enforcement and get rid of the monster before it strikes again. Police just ain’t equipped to handle a monster that only dies to silver bullets.”

After another moment of thought, Sam shrugged again. “Not that I ever do the interviews. That kinda thing is up to Dean.”

July 28th excerpt:

“A suit, though?” Jacob asked, exasperation leaking into his tone. He’d look like some stupid doll if he wore that. “It’ll just get messed up in a pocket anyway… ” he trailed off and shoved his hands into his pocket again. Dean seemed so damn pleased with his idea. “It’s not like I mind the helping, and we both know I’d rather run the other direction if monsters or kids show up.”

Dean brightened up at that. “Exactly! So long as we’re on the same page when it comes to hunting, we won’t have a problem out there. You get to come along and help with research and listen in on interviews, and I gank the creeps that cause it.”

That decided, the little suit was placed on the table next to the collection of clothing Dean had brought with him. “There’s a case a few towns over we can head to once we eat,” Dean said.

“I… huh,” Jacob muttered, his brow furrowing. He hadn’t thought he was just agreeing to the suit, but he supposed he could see why it sounded that way. Shit. Can’t take it back now, he thought ruefully. 

Dean was too damn proud of himself for the idea.