July 16th excerpt:

When the harsh knocking came from outside the walls, Sam leaped up two inches from his nest, eyes wide as he went from fast asleep to on the alert in record time. Dean, quietly working on his project in his own nest, accidentally twisted the metal of the paper clip in the wrong direction.

“Son of a bitch! ” he swore, glaring towards the outside of the walls, where they knew Sherlock was. There were times it was convenient to have human allies, and they definitely slept better knowing that they weren’t about to be torn from their homes just because they made a slip-up.

May 6th excerpt:

“Yeah, he’s swearing up a storm,” Bobby kept going. “Got him in a jar to keep Rumsfeld off him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Rums was lookin’ at him like he was a doggie toy. Whatever Sam said to him, he got his point across good.

Cussing at himself isn’t likely, although you can bet Bowman would probably boast at himself in an endless circle if they all let him. Otherwise it’s time to race around the room to show off their wings, and both versions can frown because they’re both just as fast. They didn’t think this one through.

Considering how much grief the tol Deans are giving little Dean in the Lounge so far, any Bowman would probably get along with him better. Those giant Deans, who do they think they are? They need a bop, is what they need.

Shy little Oscar would, like with all people, awaken a quiet “protect this little guy” notion in Bowman. With Bowman that just means he’d probably be more patient with Oscar (especially kiddo Oscar) and not heckle him like he does everyone else. It’s hard to want to be mean to Oscar for any reason. That’s a Crime.