CASTAWAYS
WOW: blow - those boys need to watch what they say around the Trickster.
Disclaimer: don't own them, surely this is old news now!
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The Trickster smiled as he thought about the Winchesters.
They'd be sunburned by now. Unshaven, and uncomfortable – that darn sand really chafes; especially when someone's conjured up a nice tropical storm to blow it around.
Dean would be completely and utterly demented after three days of subsisting on bananas.
He almost felt sorry for Sam.
Almost.
It was a tiny desert island, slap in the middle of the Pacific Ocean; population, fifty million geckos and – for now, at least - two idiot brothers.
Well, that pair of yahoos should be grateful.
After all, they did tell him to leave them alone.
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A/N: I just wanted to make a little mention for 'Lily' who always takes the time to leave lovely feedback on my stories but does so without logging in, so I can't respond to thank her personally. Lily, your lovely support and encouragement is very much appreciated!
