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A/N: Any mistakes with spelling or grammar, etc. are my own. I'm writing this without the benefit of a second or third pair of eyes, so my apologies if I miss something.

Also, I'm planning for this to be a multi-drabble/chapter fic. Let me know what you think, and as always, thanks for reading!


Dean sighs heavily as he looks again into the fridge. It's nearly empty, housing some butter, an egg or two, ketchup, mayonnaise. Their grocery money ran out yesterday, and who knew when Dad'd be back from his latest case.

He glances over his shoulder into the living room. Sammy lay on the couch, asleep. If he leaves now, he could go to the store, five-finger discount them something for tomorrow. It's still early enough to be busy-ish. With a moment's consideration, he nods. Yeah, he could do that.

Grabbing his bag and locking the door, Dean heads into the night.