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What if John got cursed instead?

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John Winchester?

If something happened to John and they found him, the first thing they’d do is seek out help from one of the family friends. Bobby or Pastor Jim would know what to do!

Dean doesn’t have a driver’s license since he’s only 14, but he definitely knows how to drive the car (and knowing his dad, he might even have a fake ID of his own just in case he needs to pass as old enough to drive). They’ll get John there and get help.

Both kids freaking out the entire way. This is not what they expected to have to deal with.

It’s probably a lot easier to put up with John’s scolding when he’s itty bitty at least.

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September 5th excerpt:

Dean immediately dropped down, pawing through the condiments in the kitchenette on a single-minded quest. “Is there any coffee? I haven’t had a drop since we started out, and I gotta tell ya, driving through the night is not my favorite way to spend time.”

“You do it all the time,” Sam said, faintly scolding his older brother.

Dean glanced up briefly, scowling at Sam. “You know, I could just hoard the coffee for myself,” he complained.

“Sure Dean, whatever you say.”

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May 15th excerpt:

A Horse With No Name came on the radio and Dean found himself humming along to it, satisfied with the end of the case.

“The heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full of sound,” Dean let out as he saw a sign pass by on the road, pointing towards a Taco Bell in the next town. Tacos for lunch sounded like a plan to him.

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March 14th excerpt:

Sam remained curled against his neck, a sharp eye on their surroundings. He continued to be amazed at the world passing by so speedily. After years of being trapped in one place, he might never stop being awed at how much freedom he had with Dean. All he had to do was speak up and Dean would change the direction of the Impala.

Bowman looked like he was finally adjusting to riding in a car. His wings shifted a bit in the movement as Dean turned the car into the Gas ‘n’ Sip parking lot, the sunlight sending patterns across his wings in bright ripples through the glass window.

“Alright guys, pocket time,” Dean said quietly. He parked in a corner of the lot, away from any other cars so that no one would see the sprite flitting around inside. “Everyone needs to be hidden.”