It felt so good to slip between the sheets, even if they were cheap sheets at an equally cheap motel. But they were clean, and that was what counted. They could have been remains of a burlap sack and John would have been satisfied. He took in a deep breath and sighed, letting it slowly out as his eyelids fell shut ( Read more... )

Somewhere close to a million bandages. That's what it had to be. Bandages and gauze wrap, finally coming off and tossed into the trash. Dean poked at one of the cuts, still not quite mended completely. His lip curled into a snarl. That one would probably leave a scar ( Read more... )