Max grimaced. “That’s right. You didn’t do anything!” Ms Miller’s eyes darted towards the cutting board, where a knife had started to rattle. “You didn’t stop them, not once!”
The knife stilled when the Winchesters burst through the kitchen door and Max turned to stare at them.
“Fathers?” gasped Ms Miller, relieved.
“What are you doing here?” Max
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Funny how Vegas happens to be in the fic, my friend just left for Vegas an hour ago.
Reply
I'm really glad you enjoyed it!
Reply
Leave a comment