E/O Challenge: Control.
Spoilers for Mystery Spot. Three for this word.
A/N: Blame this in part on You'll Thank Me When It's Wednesday and Every Possible Way, collections of Mystery Spot fics from Agent with Style that I picked up at Kazcon.
A/N 2: I wrote two of these last week but didn't have the opportunity to post.
Disclaimer: Disclaimed
They got through breakfast fine this time: keys stolen, hot sauce bottle caught, duet rendition of 'Sam Winchester cries his way through sex'.
Groundhog discussion. And Dean believed him, again, even though Sam knew he was losing it.
He steered Dean away from the dog, around the sinkhole, toward the blonde, under the desk, over the banana peel, and into a small, still 'death-free' park.
Sam would control it this time.
"Sammy—breathe, man. I'm right here."
Doris' arrow skewered Dean's eye, pinning his bloody head to a palmetto palm.
Sam shot her in the heart. Closed his eyes.
Asia.
Please read Chapter 2.
