April 23rd excerpt:
With a wince, Sam scooted his boot close to his duffel bag. “Please nothing jump out, please nothing jump out…” he said under his breath, pulling his gun out and holding it clasped between his hands, ready to shoot if something did leap out, and hoping it wasn’t something stupid like a spider.
Pushing his boot under the edge of the duffel bag, Sam flipped it away to reveal what was hiding in the corner.
April 12th excerpt:
“Where’d ya find that?” Sam asked, lazily brushing a hand through his ever-lengthening hair, though John usually prevailed upon him to trim it down when it started to get in his eyes. He put off cutting it a little longer each time.
Dean shrugged. “It was right in your bag,” he said, pointing at the backpack slumped down next to the nightstand.
Sam bit his lips. “I thought I lost it weeks ago,” he admitted.
“I just… knew it was there,” Dean said, uncertain now. “I needed it.”
Brothers Apart 