July 17th excerpt:

Dean, it seemed, was on the same track. “No,” he growled, the power of that growl reverberating through his throat and straight through Walt and Sam. “I don’t like it, it’s not happening.”

Sam sighed loud enough to be heard throughout the room, no small feat for someone under the size of a hand. “Dean. Table, now.”

The reluctance from Dean was almost tangible in the air, a thick feeling that permeated the room. Yet he shifted, resting the arm that was attached to the shoulder Sam and Walt were sitting on so it lay on the table.

Sam wasted no time scaling down to the table. “Dean, this isn’t your choice. We’ve been over this, remember? I’m the one who gets to decide if the risk is worth it, and I’m willing to hear them out.”