March 19th excerpt:

John didn’t want the brothers near this werewolf, as it was prone to stalking playgrounds and school houses in Silverthorne. A good name for a werewolf’s funeral, Dean had managed to get in before their father left them behind.

He was still convinced it was a good joke, even if John didn’t laugh. Their dad almost never laughed.

“I’m heading out,” Dean called to Sam, pushing the blinds open so he could peek through the window.

June 9th excerpt:

“So glad you could enjoy yourself,” Jacob muttered with a roll of his eyes, still resenting how he must have looked just now.

Dean’s grin came back full force at the attitude he was getting from a kid smaller than his fingers. It had been so long since he’s had someone around to joke with, the attitude was refreshing. Like he’d been missing it for years and had only just noticed the absence.

“Aww, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Dean asked lightly. “You know you had fun too. In between cursing me out, that is.” He gave Jacob a playful nudge against his shoulder with a thumb. “You’ll just have to find a way to get me back. That way we’ll be even.”

Oh, dear! Poor Dean!

(Sam would never let him hear the end of it if he had to give up his good boots and ended up walking back to the Impala in socks)

Lucky Sam doesn’t sink into the wet cement like Dean does, so he can show Dean which way to go where the cement is hardening more. And keep out from under Dean, in case his older brother stumbles and flails when he’s trying to pull his boots out from the suction of the cement!

All in all, Dean is very lucky Sam can’t carry his cell phone around, because there would be some very compromising pictures of a normally-suave hunter.

(Bonus) January 21st excerpt:

“It’s all good genetics,” Jacob quipped in a low mumble, trying to take his mind off the fact that he probably really did seem like Godzilla to them. Godzilla with a hoodie and a backpack. He almost smirked at the thought, but his own nerves were kicking in.