The word this week is Fix. Apologies for the lateness.

He sat quietly, pale eyes ostensibly on the book of deamon lore before him, but in reality his gaze rested on the yawning chasm of lost trust between his brother and the man they both thought of as a surrogate father.

Could he fix this?

The possibility that he couldn't stilled his heart with terror. He raised his hand, shaky fingers rubbing at his temple, trying to ease the suppressed despair he felt.

He had to mend this, fix Sam and Bobby so they worked again.

He wouldn't allow this to be the end. His family could not fail now.

Hope you enjoy it.