Inktober 2 2018
Looks like he’s in a bit of hot water when his hook and line slip and fall down off of the porcelain sink!
Aww, the cuties on jello! Most likely, Sam’s not gonna bounce on jello. He’s small, but he’s the much heavier of the pair, and he wears his strong little boots. Oscar, on the other hand, is practically weightless. His cloth wraps around his feet make him a much better ninja (against anyone but Dean!), so as long as you don’t tell him jello is food, he’ll bounce away and wobble around.
Of course, if you tell him it’s food, he’ll be much busier eating it to bother with bouncing.
August 11th excerpt:
The prisoner finally looked to Dean, the only one who he had a mite of respect for, if only because of his fighting skill. He still regarded the other hunter like he was garbage in the gutter. “I see the little vermin have you both good and trained,” he spat.
Dean coolly arched an eyebrow at Logan. “Trained?” He glanced down at Sam, sitting calmly on a shoulder, then back at Logan. “He can’t be talking about me, can he?”
Sam wrinkled his nose. “He wouldn’t say that if he ever saw the socks you leave in the sink,” he complained loudly, not showing any of the pain that he still felt in his arm. “I mean, really. Who leaves socks in the sink, of all places?”
They have not. Sam is not a confident swimmer after thirteen years spent at a fraction of his height. The water currents are much stronger, and it would be dangerous for him to try. He’d have to practice in a sink to even begin to relearn swimming.