December 9th excerpt:

Leaning over the fingernail, Dean looked closely at all the small ridges, and where the nail met the skin in the quick. He touched the hard surface of the nail itself with a finger, finding it nearly as thick as his pinky when he inspected the edges. Making a fist, Dean knocked against the top, cocking his head at how solid.

Wondering just how small his hand was in comparison, Dean spread his hand out on top of the nail, rueing the way it didn’t reach to the edges no matter how much he stretched.

November 23rd excerpt:

As the light increased around him, Dean sent a flat look towards where he assumed Sherlock’s face was. It wasn’t hard to figure that Sherlock was effectively ‘inviting’ him out. With the pen as bait, Dean had been herded right to where Sherlock wanted him, a captive audience.

Thankfully, not literally captive, as Dean knew Sherlock wouldn’t dare trap him. They had, against all odds, become a team.

That meant that first off– Dean wasn’t going to stab Sherlock with his knife.

And second off– that Sherlock allowed Dean to come and go as he pleased, ‘invitations’ aside.