Sighing Sam rose picking up his jacket. He slung it over his shoulder and followed his older brother out the door. They were sitting at a table beside the juke box an hour later drinking beer. Dean was mellow and Sam could tell his brother was looking for a warm body to pick up by the way he kept casting his glance around the room. They both
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Please excuse the squeals of delight and amazement that have now pierced the upper atmosphere. I'm just so thrilled that I happened to look at the comm's f-list right now and that you've posted this. Thank you so much for sharing.
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Linda
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LInda
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I know he turns into John at this point in the story, but it's still kinda of a Sharkey fic. Would it be okay to either link to your LJ or archive this story once we get the site put together, please and thank you?
It's going here eventually:
http://disanddatbycj.com/jeff/JDM01.htm
But it's just a draft version so far, so please excuse the 'blah, blah, blah' bits on the side-bar and it's state of untidiness.
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