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.

November 11th excerpt:

“And now you guys run around fighting monsters,” Jacob mused, cracking a grin.

“Everyone needs a hobby,” Sam shot back without missing a beat, a wry grin to match Jacob’s. “Like I said, I came to terms with this a long time ago. I have no problem working this way, even if it means I fight monsters the size of Godzilla. Dean has his strengths, and I’ve got mine. We’re a team.”