The next new Supernatural original novel, written by Rebecca Dessertine and David Reed, will be released on August 31 by Titan Books. The publisher has sent us an excerpt of the prologue for you to read before purchasing the book.
We're also giving our readers an opportunity to win one of three copies of the novel or one of three copies of the Official Companion Guide for Season 4 (read about our contest here). Check out the prologue below and then take a look at our review of the novel:
War of the Sons - Prologue
This guy’s not from around here.
The thought occurred to Caleb as soon as he saw the man’s car. It was almost silent, drifting up the long driveway to the camp with no engine noise, the only sound the crunch of gravel under its tires. The gunmetal-gray frame came to a halt in the grass field adjacent to the camp that was too- generously labeled “Parking Lot.”
Caleb stared as the driver’s door opened and a tall man got out. The stranger’s appearance was immaculate—every hair perfectly in place—but something was off. Caleb figured it was probably the Hawaiian shirt.
“Where is Justin Black?” the man intoned, without preamble.
Despite Caleb’s considerable strengths as a camp counselor, actually keeping track of the children was a remarkably low priority for him. We’re in the middle of the woods, he told himself, where are they gonna go? For that reason, the Hawaiian-shirted man had caught him off guard.
“Uh… at camp?” Caleb said, and regretted the words as soon as they spilled from his mouth. Is Justin Black the fat one with the Harry Potter birthmark, he pondered, or the creepy little one who was always trying to give out free hugs?
“My son. His location.” The man paused for effect. “I require more specific information.”
Caleb glanced into the open window of the activities building, hoping that he’d happen to see the boy in there.
Nope.
“I’ll find him. He’s out by the lake, I think,” Caleb said, putting on his best reassuring voice. He’d better be, he thought, or this is going to be awkward.
“No,” the man said. “I’ll find him myself.”
The man walked purposefully toward the forest path, and Caleb quickly followed. There was something off-putting about the guy, and Caleb didn’t recognize him from parents’ night. Could have been the weed, though, he thought. Actually, wasn’t it Justin Black’s dad who’d brought the weed?
Caleb hurried to catch up to the man’s long strides.
“Is there a problem?” he asked. “Usually Justin’s mom picks him up—”
“No problem.” The man cut him off. “I just need to speak with the boy.”
Yup, he’s a pervert. Who else calls their son “the boy?”
Caleb sped up his pursuit.
“What was your name again?” Caleb asked, hoping it would jog some memory of this guy. “I didn’t catch it before.”
The man turned, slow and deliberate.
“Don. Call me Don.”
