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Like me, this is blog is dedicated to the TV show Supernatural. Here you'll find my previews and reviews of episodes, all my convention reports and anything else I feel compelled to write about our Show. I also write canon(ish) based fan-fiction. I post lots of pretties...primarily Dean...because, well yeah, I'm sweet on him. I also run sweetonjensen...because, you guessed it, I'm sweet on him too.

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Sam and Dean’s Day Off. 
A Supernatural fan fiction by sweetondean
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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."
"Ok"
They sat opposite each other, enjoying the silence as they drank their coffee.
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Dean pushed the last piece of pancake around his plate with his fork. “So, no case. Nothing?”
"Not today at least." Sam said as he stretched his long legs under the table, inadvertently kicking his brother. "Sorry. Ah, I’ll keep looking, there must be something. What you going to do?"
"Dunno. Clean our guns. Wash the car. Oh, can’t really do that in the snow. Um, clean our guns."
"You said that."
Dean frowned. “Hey, aren’t the Chiefs playing today?” He looked up at Sam… Read more

Sam and Dean’s Day Off.

A Supernatural fan fiction by sweetondean

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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."

"Ok"

They sat opposite each other, enjoying the silence as they drank their coffee.

______________________________________________________________________

Dean pushed the last piece of pancake around his plate with his fork. “So, no case. Nothing?”

"Not today at least." Sam said as he stretched his long legs under the table, inadvertently kicking his brother. "Sorry. Ah, I’ll keep looking, there must be something. What you going to do?"

"Dunno. Clean our guns. Wash the car. Oh, can’t really do that in the snow. Um, clean our guns."

"You said that."

Dean frowned. “Hey, aren’t the Chiefs playing today?” He looked up at Sam… Read more

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