Fic: 30 in 30 #20 - Box of Memories?
Okay, once again I failed at getting caught up. *sigh* Oh well, I'll do my best this week. I'm definitely going to have all 30 done by the end of the month! I hope y'all like the concept with this one, I'm thinking of adding it to one of my larger WIPs as a little addition...
Title: Box of Memories?
Pairing: GEN. Dean, Jo.
Prompt: Boxes
Word Count: 300
Jo was capably hefting three boxes up from Bobby's basement when Dean met her at the top of the stairs holding a bowl full of Fruity Pebbles.
"You need help?" he asked around a mouthful of multi-colored cereal.
Jo looked disgustedly at Dean while he obliviously continued to sloppily shovel cereal into his mouth. "No, I got it," she said, walking over to set the boxes down.
"What are those?" he asked, hot on her heels, pointing to the boxes with his spoon.
"Well," Jo said while starting to pull out stacks of papers and pictures from the first box. "Mom wanted me to try to look for the insurance she had on the roadhouse. She's thinking of trying to get back into business," she said, starting to sort through the first large stack.
"I thought everything got burned up in the fire," Dean commented between slurping gulps of milk from his bowl.
"Nope, just most things. Mom had a million fail-safes in place for things like important papers and family photos. She kept some in her truck, some in the safe, and some here at Bobby's."
Dean wiped his mouth on the arm of his sweatshirt, chuckling. "That kid looks kinda like Sammy..."
Then, "Jesus...That is Sammy!"
"It can't be," Jo said, picking up the picture. "That's me next to him playing with the blocks in my old room, and I didn't meet you and Sam until last year."
She flipped the photo over and Dean read aloud over her shoulder "Joanna and Sam - Nov. 1985."
"That's my mom's handwriting," Jo confirmed.
"Well hot damn, look at that. How old were you there?"
"Barely two." Jo whispered. "I wonder why Mom never said anything about this..."
"You should ask her," Dean said, hearing Ellen's voice in the kitchen.
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Writing the story of how this happened AS WE SPEAK. Will try to post before bed, but by tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Title: Box of Memories?
Pairing: GEN. Dean, Jo.
Prompt: Boxes
Word Count: 300
Jo was capably hefting three boxes up from Bobby's basement when Dean met her at the top of the stairs holding a bowl full of Fruity Pebbles.
"You need help?" he asked around a mouthful of multi-colored cereal.
Jo looked disgustedly at Dean while he obliviously continued to sloppily shovel cereal into his mouth. "No, I got it," she said, walking over to set the boxes down.
"What are those?" he asked, hot on her heels, pointing to the boxes with his spoon.
"Well," Jo said while starting to pull out stacks of papers and pictures from the first box. "Mom wanted me to try to look for the insurance she had on the roadhouse. She's thinking of trying to get back into business," she said, starting to sort through the first large stack.
"I thought everything got burned up in the fire," Dean commented between slurping gulps of milk from his bowl.
"Nope, just most things. Mom had a million fail-safes in place for things like important papers and family photos. She kept some in her truck, some in the safe, and some here at Bobby's."
Dean wiped his mouth on the arm of his sweatshirt, chuckling. "That kid looks kinda like Sammy..."
Then, "Jesus...That is Sammy!"
"It can't be," Jo said, picking up the picture. "That's me next to him playing with the blocks in my old room, and I didn't meet you and Sam until last year."
She flipped the photo over and Dean read aloud over her shoulder "Joanna and Sam - Nov. 1985."
"That's my mom's handwriting," Jo confirmed.
"Well hot damn, look at that. How old were you there?"
"Barely two." Jo whispered. "I wonder why Mom never said anything about this..."
"You should ask her," Dean said, hearing Ellen's voice in the kitchen.
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Writing the story of how this happened AS WE SPEAK. Will try to post before bed, but by tomorrow morning at the earliest.