Fic: One Foot In Front of the Other-Chapter 12
“Dean, where are we going?” Sam asked from the passenger seat of the Impala. It was Friday evening and after working all day, he was tired, achy, and uncomfortable in his work clothes.
Dean rolled his eyes. For the thousandth time, I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise, Sammy.”
Sighing tiredly, Sam rested his head back. “I hate surprises.”
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Dean rolled his eyes. For the thousandth time, I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise, Sammy.”
Sighing tiredly, Sam rested his head back. “I hate surprises.”
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