Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke. Done for love and fun, not for profit.
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: Preseries. Sam leaving for Stanford. Sorry for the lateness - FF was NOT playing fair last night!
WOW: Eighteen
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
Eighteen years.
The diploma went in first.
"Gotta prove it's real?"
"It's one of the few actual pieces of ID that I have. I might have to prove who I am."
{I know you}
Eighteen hours.
"He didn't really mean it, Sammy."
"Yeah. He did. I meant it too. This is my one shot at normal. To stop being a freak."
{like me}
Eighteen minutes.
"Hurry up! Don't make me late for the bus."
"Take this."
"Thanks, Dean. I didn't know what I'd do for money before I got there."
{when you won't need me anymore}
Eighteen seconds.
{can't breathe}
ANII: I have to apologize for missing responding to some reviews – I hate it when people don't respond to mine. I DO appreciate them, but RL has been crazy. I also owe a couple of people some birthday fics... soooooon...