November 19th excerpt:

Dean’s fingers encircled Sam, surrounding him on all sides. There was a pinch around Sam’s waist as Dean carefully tightened his grip, then he started to pull upwards.

For a moment, Sam didn’t think it was going to work. Or, if it did, it would only work after Dean had to apply too much pressure.

Then, his feet slid out of his boots, and he found himself dangling in midair with only socks on. Sam gave Dean a flat glare when he saw the hunter snicker at him.

“Dude!” Sam complained, kicking a foot towards the shit-eating grin on Dean’s face.