Sorry! I haven't written fic for my daily posts since March - I almost forgot to post here as well. If you are interested in the art posts from the last few months, please visit my LiveJournal (same name). Thanks!
~ 8-01 ~
"Didn't that seem strange?"
"Unlike the rest of our lives?" Dean asked without looking up.
"You saw him. He was wearing a shorty."
"A what-now?" Dean spared a glanced but continued his ground search. The ghost kept appearing here but they had yet to find his remains. And it was quickly getting dark.
"A spring suit."
"Huh?"
"Wet suit with short sleeves and legs." His brother was still only half-listening. "Dean! We're on a burnt out trail on the edge of Los Padres National Forest!"
"Crap," Dean muttered, looking up. "Dude in a wet suit haunting a scorched forest trail?"
~ 8-02 ~
"No way." Then, Sam looked up, "No way!" spying something aquamarine nestled in the bend of a Jeffrey pine branch. Sam boosted his brother up to the lowest branch, then Dean climbed, dislodging the item.
"You know I hate admitting it," Sam said as Dean joined him. "But, you're right." He held a waterproff camera with a lanyard that read: Monterey Bay Scuba & Snorkling. On the other end was a diving glove with the remains of a hand.
"Never thought I'd see it," Dean smiled, watching the salted glove burn.
"I know," Sam laughed. "The Scuba Diver in the Tree."