McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day
To say that Dean had been maybe holding his breath a little as he approached the junkyard today was probably a pretty fair assessment. Last week had been the garbage candy, the week before had seen the disappearance of every tire in the yard, and the week before that had seen an abundance of them.
He let that breath go when he stepped through the gate to see everything just the way it should be, art projects and junk alike all in their proper places.
Just wait a few minutes, until he discovers that Fandom has replaced his espresso with decaf.
"Noooo!"
Ah, there we go.
McCoppin Scrap is open, and dragging ass today.
[And OCD free!]
He let that breath go when he stepped through the gate to see everything just the way it should be, art projects and junk alike all in their proper places.
Just wait a few minutes, until he discovers that Fandom has replaced his espresso with decaf.
"Noooo!"
Ah, there we go.
McCoppin Scrap is open, and dragging ass today.
[And OCD free!]