It had been a long day. If Sam believed the clock on the wall, and he guess he had to, it had only been a few hours ago that he and his brother had been questioning locals about the strange goings on at the warehouse on the edge of town. It was hard to believe, in that short time, they had come so close to a second run in with Zachariah and his ( Read more... )

They had been driving for what felt like forever. Maybe it really had been several days, or maybe it had only been a couple of hours, Sam wasn't entirely sure. All he knew for certain was that they weren't getting to Florida, to Clearwater, fast enough. He wasn't sure how he had managed the entire journey without a single demand on Dean to get them ( Read more... )

[Inspired by this.]

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