July 8th excerpt:
Down in the pocket, Sam and Dean Winchester had chosen to keep a close eye as the money from their case was gambled away in a game at the local bar.
“Yes!” Dean hissed, pumping a fist as he watched the money pile up in front.
“Shh,” Sam hissed right back, shoving at Dean to keep him quiet. “Quiet! They’ll hear us!”
“You be quiet!”
“No, you!”
February 9th excerpt:
Dean held his face expressionless as he listened to Jacob’s words, checking out his own cards. For him, it was a more involved process. Sam stood half an inch higher than the cards, but Dean wasn’t even a third of an inch taller. They were lightweight, but bulky in his hands. The thick, coated paper was coarse as he lifted it, spotting the red letters that told him his card.
Dropping that card down, he lifted up the second. “Maybe that’ll have to be your incentive,” he told Jacob dryly. “You’ll have to come to us if you want to do your laundry.”
Brothers Apart 