December 4th excerpt:

“Spiders are arachnids,” Sam absently corrected as he patted Rumsfeld’s nose and the dog slid down in the dirt until he was laying down with his chin flat against the ground for Sam to dismount. “They have eight legs, not six.”

December 3rd excerpt:

For a moment, Logan thought Dean had shoved him into the exhaust pipe, a dark metal corridor that he wanted no part in. He could only imagine toxic smoke belching forth out of the dark to smother him. However, when he jolted to his feet and checked his hands, there was no grimy residue, only some dust. His frown deepened as he tried to figure out what the opening was even for.

“Are you kidding me? What if there is something that bites me all to shit?!” he called down.

“Just kick it!” came Dean’s not-so-helpful advice. “You’ve got boots, put ‘em to use!”

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.

Sam’s fine with animals. He adores mice and puppies, is properly wary of any snakes, spiders and rats, and would probably bug Dean to go see all the puppies while they’re there. Kids are a whole different story because of the trauma he went through in BA as a kid, so he’ll stick close to Dean anytime kids are around.

XD He wouldn’t be the biggest fan of hamster balls, but the tunnels that connect all their cages would be fun to explore.

Sam totally flopping with all the mice tho.

April 5th excerpt:

“The other part, the important part, is if anyone you don’t know is around, you freeze. The second you move, their eyes might be drawn right to you the way you’ll spot a spider on the wall and that’s when you have to worry.”