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Title: Maybe Next Year
Rating/Content: G, Gen
Word Count: 703

Notes: Written for twisted_slinky
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Dean is being strangely evasive about what he’s making for lunch today. “It’s kind of like a BLT,” he says, not meeting Sam’s eye ( Read more... )

What Dean doesn’t get is that there’s lore on the subject, just like anything else. Sam’s read it, and he’s just trying to do what he needs to do to protect Dean. Statistically, this is the most deadly enemy they've ever faced, killing more people than all the others combined ( Read more... )

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Dean has done this more times than he cares to recount. All the places they squatted, dusty cans in the cabinets, rotten food in the fridge. Too many temporary jobs in greasy diners with their due-for-a-change fry-o-lators. Lisa’s place with her juicers and fifty dollar rice steamer ( Read more... )

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