May 30th excerpt:

It only took Dean a moment to find a good shirt for his plans. The warm blue flannel would be perfect as a bed. He stood back up from his stooped position, giving his arms a stretch. His back cracked, almost like it was lecturing him about binge watching TV.

He rubbed his hair as he walked back over to the nightstand, his eyes slowly trailing up to where he’d left Jacob. “Hope you don’t mind a shirt, I’m a little short of beds made for Tink–”

His voice cut off when he realized Jacob wasn’t standing where he’d left him. Dean’s heart froze and he instantly stared down at the ground to make sure the floor was clear. “Jacob? Where are you?”