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So, since there's a week left till new SPN (for anyone that isn't me stuck here in sunny Australia *tragicface*), how about some five things prompts to celebrate?
Obviously SPN, nearly anything goes and I will do... not necessarily the *first* five but I will do five if I get 'em.
I'm in a writing mood. :)
Obviously SPN, nearly anything goes and I will do... not necessarily the *first* five but I will do five if I get 'em.
I'm in a writing mood. :)
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Dean gets it out into the light and sees a child's rendition of a house. There's two young boys and a larger adult standing in all their stick-figure glory on the lawn outside, watching scrawled flames engulf the top half of the house.
Dean breaks the thing over his knee and when Sam just blinks at him, Dean shrugs and snorts, "'s broken."
Sam has not forgiven him for actually finding a used condom by touch when he was searching under his seat for his bottle of water.
Dean hasn't stopped thinking it was the funniest thing ever the way Sam screamed.
Dean is never going to tell Sam that it wasn't his because one of them being scarred for life is enough.
It's only chance that Dean happens on the yellowed slip of paper that has Bobby Singer's number on it when he's running out of answers and time.
"Didn't he try to shoot dad last time he saw him?" Sam asks when they're heading towards Bobby's place.
"I think there are like, six months worth of burger wrappers back here," Sam complains, tossing them in the general vicinity of the front seat where Dean has set up a garbage bag. "How can you claim to love this car so much and still do this?"
"Dude, you always hurt the ones you love."
Dean's hurting and he's pretty sure his shoulder is partway out of the socket but he knows as soon as he stops Sam will wake up and the kid hasn't slept in what feels like years.
Dean's never reminded so much of how little his brother was when he manages to fold himself up, impossibly small in the backseat of the Impala.
Dean keeps driving, to quote a classic, straight on till morning.
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Great insights!
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*and snicker*
:)
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ILY.
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