This is blog is dedicated to the TV show Supernatural. Here you'll find reviews of episodes, tie-in novels and anything Supernatural related. I also write canon based fan-fiction and the occasional bad Haiku. You will also find my Supernatural convention reports here. Oh and I should mention Dean, I post a lot of Dean. He owns me.
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Dean woke up, stretched and groaned. Every muscled ached. He didn’t hit a wall with quite the same bounce back as he once did. He wiggled his shoulders and grimaced, stretched his knuckles and winced. Yeah, everything hurt.
Running a hand down his face, he swung his legs out of bed, bare feet hitting the cold linoleum floor of this week’s crappy motel room. A shiver ran up his spine. He shook his head internally, “I’m getting too old for this” he thought, as he stood up and bent backwards releasing a loud crack of protest from his spine.
“Good morning. Coffee’s still hot” Sam said, looking up from his laptop and nodding towards the pot on the stove.
Dean grunted and reached into his duffle to grab a pair of sweat pants. “It’s cold,” he said, as a matter of fact.
“It’s snowing.” Sam responded.
Dean glanced towards the window as he wiggled into the warmth of his sweat pants and pulled on a pair of socks. “Huh. Well that’d explain the cold.” He padded over to the stove, grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. “Top up?” he said, as he held the pot out
“Sure” Sam said, not looking up, as he lifted his cup towards Dean.
Dean dropped into a chair at the table with his brother. “Find anything?”
“Nope.” Sam said. He slapped the cover of his laptop closed, picked up his cup and leaned back. “It’s quiet out there.”
“Huh. I’m hungry. Wanna get some breakfast?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
“Great I’ll just finish this, grab a quick shower and we’ll head into town.”
They sat opposite each other, enjoying the silence as they drank their coffee.