Jan 31, 2017
January 31st excerpt:
"Trail mix, jerky ... a gas station would have pretty good options," Jacob mused.
“Granola bars!” Sam chimed in, his ears only slightly aflame when Dean peered down at him.
Dean chose not to comment on Sam’s sudden burst of shyness, recognizing it for what it was. Sam was trying not to ask for something for himself, afraid of the fact that he couldn’t finish it by himself, or that he couldn’t help Dean buy it. Instead, he nodded. “I think we can manage that,” he said with a slight smile as he pulled the Impala out of her parking spot, leaving the motel room without its guardian now that they were all in the car.
