Part Three

Turning his mind away from this thought, he moved around Dean and Dad and got the plates and the forks and the glasses and arranged them on the table. He got the salt and pepper shakers out too, thinking that might help with the taste.

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Part Two

Dad didn’t say anything as he looked at Dean, but the muscles in his jaw tightened and he started to glare. At Dean, which felt pretty strange, since Sam was always the one being glared at, always the one at the end of that look that said he’d just failed Dad in too many ways to count.

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Part One

For a moment, the slow hush of the river beneath the low bent trees was all the sound there was. Beyond that, the hum of the forest played a scratchy green sound in Sam's ears as he hunkered low in the water, bare feet braced against the gravel and stones, feeling the slow, cool rush of water over this thighs and hips. As he peered over the ( Read more... )

Summary: Since it’s been so hot, Dad finally takes Sam and Dean to the river for a little fishing trip. This makes Sam feel a little bit better for not being able to play soccer, but not a whole lot because it’s still the summer from hell. This story is a sequel to The Gauntlet
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Okay, so this is a little experiment. When I write, I collect images of the things I'm writing about. Sometimes I take pictures. Sometimes I just snagg from the web. I was able to collect these three pictures of images from This is Sparta; I thought it might be interesting to post them, to see if I could figure out photobucket and that whole thing ( Read more... )