But I do like it anyway.
So. Thrice Told, which is sort of a mirror to The Drift of Eastern Gray, but not exactly. In which I poke at John Sheppard's childhood a bit more and continue to ignore "The Outcast".
And now: bed.
The thing about angel-healing is that sometimes the mind and body remember that the injury should be there. Dean’s never seemed quite as…
They sleep in the tent head-to-toe, like when they bed down in the car; at some point while Sam was hiking, Dean turned his pile of tangled bedding…
Continuing on from last week's snippet... The beer's warm and the rim of the mouth slightly sticky with Dean's saliva, but Sam downs…