The challenge word is passion. If I owned Supernatural, would I still be writing fanfics?
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Sam and Dean were in a wooded area at night, walking back to the Impala after a job well done. However, Dean was holding his nose.
"I can't believe you ran into a tree," Sam said, laughing.
Dean grimaced as he talked. "Those trees are evil. They shouldn't be here."
Sam grinned. "Trees are not evil. They're keeping all of us alive. You just need to have a little more passion. Besides, they're just trees. They don't move."
"I still think someone else eventually would not watch where they're going and bump face first into these things," Dean silently groaned.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX