It was about an hour out of Lawrence, Kansas that Lisa actually realized just that the hell she was doing. Sure, she had been dating Dean for almost a year now and he probably had more clothes at her place than he did at his own. Some of them she wore at night, so she didn't complain much ( Read more... )

Dean was making breakfast.

It was a lazy Saturday in the Winchester house, and Dean, who usually wasn’t up before Mary was getting ready to make lunch, was standing over the stove making pancakes. It was one of the few things he could cook, and while he knew that his mother would know he was up to something, he wanted everybody shiny and happy ( Read more... )