July 14th excerpt:
“Tell you what,” John offered Sam a small encouraging smile. “How ‘bout some breakfast, and when your brother wakes up I’ll see what I can do to help both your burns. Sound good?”
“That sounds great!” Sam said, clambering to his feet. Realizing he didn’t have boots on, his bare feet slapping against the wood, he hurriedly grabbed his boots, slipping into his dry socks. “Whatcha got?”
July 13th excerpt:
“My back’s hurting, but that’s the same as always,” Sam dismissed. “My legs are what really hurts– we ran all day!”
“I can imagine,” John winced at the memory of jogging for exercise when he was younger and how sore that used to make him. After running for their lives, soreness was the least of these kids’ worries. “That should go away just fine with some stretching and drinking plenty of water.”
One thing did stand out to John and made his brow pinch in concern. “How long has your back been hurting you?” he asked gently, worried Sam might have some sort of condition or injury.
July 12th excerpt:
“I didn’t think you were gonna wake up so soon!” Sam said, now that someone else was up and he was allowed to talk. Only emergencies, otherwise, or their dad would get mad at him. “Wasn’t sure if Dean would wake up first but he hasn’t budged an inch.”
July 11th excerpt:
Antsy, Sam couldn’t quite keep his focus. He bounced on his heels in the pocket, making it shake around Dean, who clung to the side with a death glare sent his way.
“C’mon, hurry up,” Sam urged them. “Something feels… off.”
July 10th excerpt:
“That guy’s throwing back a few shots to drown his sorrows. I think you hurt his feelings.”
“He’s in the right place then,” Sam commented wryly, looking up at Jacob.
“With less money to spend on them,” Dean said with a glint in his eye, maliciously grinning as he glanced in the bar’s direction.
Sam rubbed his neck with a shrug. “I’m sure he’ll get over it.”
July 9th excerpt:
“Great job in there,” Dean enthused. “Now we can actually put that nest egg to use and stop worrying about sending Jacob into a bar to try and bluff his way to winnings. He’s the one more likely to get played.”
Sam rolled his eyes and elbowed Dean in the side. “He tries,” he defended. “It’s not his fault he’s kind of… wholesome.”
July 8th excerpt:
Down in the pocket, Sam and Dean Winchester had chosen to keep a close eye as the money from their case was gambled away in a game at the local bar.
“Yes!” Dean hissed, pumping a fist as he watched the money pile up in front.
“Shh,” Sam hissed right back, shoving at Dean to keep him quiet. “Quiet! They’ll hear us!”
“You be quiet!”
“No, you!”
July 7th excerpt:
Dean anxiously grabbed his food and water, dragging the bottlecap into the shelter and putting down the sandwich remains, unable to chase away his thoughts.
“Was it the name?” Dean found himself calling out to the kitchen, his voice falling flat on dead air. “I won’t call you Stanley again! I just thought… maybe…” His voice cut off as it trembled from emotion as he realized he might have ruined his one chance.
He didn’t want to go back.
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July 6th excerpt:
“I happened to notice the shop, and there were cages, and there was one that I… I dunno, I just couldn’t…"
Another sigh from Nathan. “What’s their name? ” he asked, resigned.
"Dean,” said Stan with a small smile, hopeful that Nathan would come around and be on his side on this one.
July 5th excerpt:
Stan took a steadying breath, running his hand through his bright hair. “Well, I got the cardstock you needed, but… I kind of also brought home a borrower–,”
“You WHAT?? ”
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