Changing Chapters
“Dean’s a donkey.” Sam’s voice is low and furious.
“Well, I’ve always considered him more of an ass, but potato, tomato.”
“Turn him back.”
“Sorry,” the Trickster grins unrepentantly. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Dean brays long and loud, green eyes staring death from beneath long, floppy ears.
“What lesson are you trying to teach us now?” Sam translates, somewhat inaccurately.
“You’re a smart boy. You tell me.”
Sam’s astride a horse so thin its rib bones are poking his knees. He’s holding a lance. “Stop tilting at windmills and accept our destiny?”
“Got it in one, Sam Quixote.”
“Well, I’ve always considered him more of an ass, but potato, tomato.”
“Turn him back.”
“Sorry,” the Trickster grins unrepentantly. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Dean brays long and loud, green eyes staring death from beneath long, floppy ears.
“What lesson are you trying to teach us now?” Sam translates, somewhat inaccurately.
“You’re a smart boy. You tell me.”
Sam’s astride a horse so thin its rib bones are poking his knees. He’s holding a lance. “Stop tilting at windmills and accept our destiny?”
“Got it in one, Sam Quixote.”