October 9th excerpt:

Dean balanced the huge pen he was holding, pointing it at the words under their boots. Sam steadied him and helped him draw a circle. If the human glanced at this part of the paper, he’d see a clue he missed. Maybe, in their own way, they could help save some people. Just like their father had raised them to do.

After finishing off the circle, Dean let the pen drop. “Right,” he muttered, glancing around the room with a keen eye. “Let’s just see if there’s any crumbs around then head back. We did what we could.”