March 18th excerpt:

The giant covers to the side rustled as he stretched, eyes blearily opening, then shutting tight at the brilliance that filled the room. “Dean?” Sam mumbled, burying his head into a pillow. “Whatcha…” He yawned halfway through. “Doin?’ ”

Even waking Sam up couldn’t bring Dean down from cloud nine with his recent triumph. “I,” he started off, shamelessly bragging, “have figured out how we can spar without worrying about my height.”