I’m having some serious emotional breakdowns over season one, you guys. Link me to some S1 era Wincest?
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Dean saunters out of the seedy bar with a petite brunette in tow. Sam isn’t surprised, of course. It’s essentially the reason his brother went inside. Usually, Sam tags along, clinging to Dean’s side out of habit and trying to blend in. He never does, cramps Dean’s style (though he’s never told Sam that outright), but tonight Sam opted for spending time in the Impala’s passenger seat with a decent book and a flashlight in his mouth.
The hour is much earlier than Sam figured. He’d assumed it would be at least closing time before he caught sight of his older brother again. Still, there was Dean Winchester in all his glory. Not quite old enough himself to drink legally, Sam doubted they carded in place like this, which is why Dean chose it. The leather jacket he wore with pride hanging loosely from his slender but muscular shoulders and the look of determination on his face makes Sam’s blood run cold.
He’s only ever seen that expression over the barrel of a gun on a hunt.
At least two of the edits on this person’s blog are reposted and I’m not sure about the others.
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