December 3rd excerpt:
For a moment, Logan thought Dean had shoved him into the exhaust pipe, a dark metal corridor that he wanted no part in. He could only imagine toxic smoke belching forth out of the dark to smother him. However, when he jolted to his feet and checked his hands, there was no grimy residue, only some dust. His frown deepened as he tried to figure out what the opening was even for.
“Are you kidding me? What if there is something that bites me all to shit?!” he called down.
“Just kick it!” came Dean’s not-so-helpful advice. “You’ve got boots, put ‘em to use!”