June 15th excerpt:
“Can’t have my favorite morsel starving himself to death,” Dean mused to himself, reaching one long arm behind him to a tin Bobby had on the counter top. Inside was an assortment of chips, crackers and pretzels, all good snacks to eat when too busy to sit down and really enjoy a meal. Mostly used for straight-up energy by Bobby or any visitors than any flavor the snacks might offer.
Pulling out a pretzel, Dean flicked it at Logan. “Eat up,” he commanded.
