October 12th excerpt:
The only warning they got was a sudden cold shock running up Sam’s back. He stiffened, and before he could warn Dean something was wrong, it was too late.
The human– Sherlock– was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes glued to them.
The trance shattered and Dean already on the move. “Sam, break! ” he shouted, shoving his little brother towards the entrance they’d come from and running the complete opposite direction himself.
October 11th excerpt:
“It’s my keys, they’ve just vanished into thin air, I’ve turned the place over a thousand times–!”
“Honestly, I have no idea where it all came from, but someone must have broken in and stashed the smack in my flat–”
Dull. Very dull. Tell it to Scotland Yard.
One after another, they kept pouring in and Sherlock turned them all away.
October 10th excerpt:
“In fact,” Dean said, hitching up his leather duffel bag and starting to lead the way back to the home they shared, “I think we’ve earned a snack tonight. None of this ‘crumbs’ business. They won’t miss one cookie.”
"Biscuit,” Sam corrected by habit. He’d learned the local slang faster than Dean after their abrupt relocation to England.
“Whatever.”
October 9th excerpt:
Dean balanced the huge pen he was holding, pointing it at the words under their boots. Sam steadied him and helped him draw a circle. If the human glanced at this part of the paper, he’d see a clue he missed. Maybe, in their own way, they could help save some people. Just like their father had raised them to do.
After finishing off the circle, Dean let the pen drop. “Right,” he muttered, glancing around the room with a keen eye. “Let’s just see if there’s any crumbs around then head back. We did what we could.”
Brothers Apart 