Tall Tales
TALL TALES
“Here,” Dean said, tossing a money, silver clip on Sam’s lap. The carefully folded bills flapped against Sam’s leg like a well-worn book. “I forgot to give it back in the middle of the whole trickster confusion.”
Sam picked it up, finger tickling the green money. “There’s way more in here than what I had, Dean.”
“Yeah… well… I figured that, seeing as your laptop is always freezing when I use certain… specialized research sites,” Dean said with a wiggled of his brows, “we might as well get a better one.”