Apart from Sam’s reference books, the only literature in the cabin is a stack of musty-smelling romance novels. Dean tosses out the ones that have pages stuck together, and boy does he not even want to think about that,
Eew! LOL!
and starts reading Sam something called Hot Hawaiian Nights.
“You tell anyone about this,” Dean warns to Sam’s sunken features and bruised-looking eyes. “And I’ll kick your ass.”
*snickers*
“I think I was looking for you but I… you were somewhere dark.”
“Yeah, little brother,” Dean says, kneeling down by Sam’s bedside and rubbing a thumb over his temple. “So were you.”
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Apart from Sam’s reference books, the only literature in the cabin is a stack of musty-smelling romance novels. Dean tosses out the ones that have pages stuck together, and boy does he not even want to think about that,
Eew! LOL!
and starts reading Sam something called Hot Hawaiian Nights.
“You tell anyone about this,” Dean warns to Sam’s sunken features and bruised-looking eyes. “And I’ll kick your ass.”
*snickers*
“I think I was looking for you but I… you were somewhere dark.”
“Yeah, little brother,” Dean says, kneeling down by Sam’s bedside and rubbing a thumb over his temple. “So were you.”
Oh, boys. *hugs them*