"Sam, are you really freaking sure we should be doing this?" Dean stared at his brother, forming his features into his best 'I'm-pissed' face.  "You're messing around with some serious mojo, kid."

Sam glanced up from his spot on the floor amidst chalk markings and smoking candles.  "I'm not a kid, okay, Dean?  I'm going to be 18 in 2 months ( Read more... )