December 4th excerpt: 

“I take it you have a few questions before you go,” said Sherlock curtly, setting down the glass he’d finally tracked down.

“I do, yeah…” Lestrade made a move to take the drink Sherlock poured, but the first thing the detective did was tilt the glass so that the drink was within reach for Dean. By the pointed gaze Sherlock was giving him, it was clear to Lestrade that he was being shown exactly who was first priority here. Lestrade couldn’t contest that either, so he sat back and folded his hands on the table in front of him, waiting for Dean to take his drink first.

October 20th excerpt:

Glancing over his shoulder at the laptop, Sam sighed. “I’m afraid I won’t be much good on the laptop right now. I’ve gotta get washed up.” He dug out his hook. He could feel the dirt still in his hair after the earlier attack. As Dean would say, they were no good to anyone exhausted and strung out. “Did you have any other questions before I go?”

Dude, I got a million questions.

“Nah,” Jacob replied, offering one more apologetic smile. “You do whatcha need.” It didn’t do any good wondering if the awkwardness would ever wear off. Sam was used to Dean, and Jacob simply wasn’t him. They’d just have to play it by ear.