April 2nd excerpt:

Sam stepped up next to Jacob. “Could you grab me a jacket?” he called up to his older brother. It would just waste time they needed for him to go grab one himself at this point, and he wanted to stick as close to Jacob as he could.

Dean nodded distractedly, already going over in his mind what they’d need. He snagged one of Sam’s tan jackets out of the little cloth bag of belongings, and took a second to dig the tiny, hand crafted knife out of the dirty jacket with careful, adept fingers. He handed both down to Sam while he went to get the rest of his stuff ready.