FILLED: The Grandfather's Paradox, 1/2Dean gets a suite for the night at a dingy motel along a stretch of highway somewhere in Missouri. He grumbles about the extra mouth to feed and house and glares pointedly at you before slamming the bathroom door. Sam smiles sheepishly and says, “He doesn’t mean it,” and fishes a pair of worn flannel pants and a t-shirt for Little Darlings Gentlemen’s Club in Kalamazoo, Michigan out of his bag. He tosses the garments across the bed and apologizes ahead of time that they’ll probably be too big. You shuck your suit and carefully fold it on the table near the door. You roll the cuffs on the too-long flannels and stretch out on the hard pull-out sofa on the other side of the partition separating the living area from the sleeping area and it’s two queens. Sam is already a lump beneath the blankets on the far bed when Dean emerges from the bathroom in his boxers, smelling like toothpaste and cheap complimentary shampoo
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The Grandfather's Paradox, 2/2You duck into the dark living area and Dean reluctantly follows. Before you even ask, he says, “I don’t want to talk about it
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Oh my. This was amazing. I loved the use of first person with Henry. It really gives you a sense of who he is and a nice look at Sam and Dean too an outsider. I love how Henry is curious about Sam and willing to help but Dean cuts him off at every turn. Thank you very much for filling my prompt!
OH THIS WAS SO GOOD. I can't write 2nd person to save my life, but you make it seem effortless. LOVE LOVE LOVE. And oh yeah, love. PS...and thank you for writing! I miss your gorgeous prose. :D
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Poor Henry trying to understand and realizing that they are more than just a MOL case but his grandsons.
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