November 9th excerpt:

Sam made sure to ask Jacob if it was okay before he took any of the food. He’d grown accustomed to sharing with Dean, but knew it wasn’t normal for people to regularly share a meal with someone, especially someone who was almost a complete stranger.

The food wasn’t the scalding hot temperature of something right off the stove, but the warmth that filled Sam at his first bite made him “Mm,” in satisfaction.

Jacob couldn’t help but notice a few things. Sam’s caution around the food wasn’t the same as a sprite’s; where Bowman might simply be worried about falling in, Sam was just trying to stay out of the way. He never even went for any of the food they’d shared so far before asking.

October 30th excerpt:

“Hey,” Jacob greeted, walking over to set the plate down well away from any of the books. There was some bacon and eggs, staples for a continental breakfast, as well as some toast. “They had some fruit, but it looked pretty miserable,” he noted sheepishly.

“Trust me, I’m the last person who’s gonna complain about that,” Sam commented as he stepped down from the book to look the plate over. “I’ve lived in motels over half my life. Warm food is more we could usually hope to find.”

He took a few steps towards the food, then paused, realizing he was treating things like he was with Dean again. “You mind?” Sam asked, gesturing at the food and flushing slightly. Couldn’t just take the food. He’d only known Jacob for a day now.