August 31st excerpt:

“There’s a motel in town,” Jacob said, remembering. “I can just grab a room there for tonight, we’ll meet there when you roll in and then come out to the woods, sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dean confirmed. “Send a text when you’ve got a room, we’ll set up our base of operations there in case we’re around for longer than a few days.”

“Since you’re so great at camping,” Sam said under his breath with a grin, getting Dean to nudge him with one of the fingers spaced around where he crouched. Raising his voice, Sam finished off the call. “Bowman, don’t worry, we’ll be there soon and we’ll figure this out. Just hang on.”

July 18th excerpt:

Dean growled. “Sam’s not facing them without me,” he said darkly, unconsciously putting his hand back down next to Sam and Walt. Almost protectively, despite his disagreement with Sam. Nothing had changed between them. “Where he goes, I go.”

Rufus smiled. “Then I think we have a plan.” He clapped his hands together and leaned forward. “Now refresh my memory. Where’s the grub in this place?”

Bobby sighed.

April 7th excerpt:

With Sam and Jacob stowed away in one pocket, and Bowman kicking pointedly at him in the other, Dean climbed out of the Impala. No one would be able to tell from his casual swagger that not only did he have three miniature passengers hidden on his person, he also carried a small arsenal.