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DEW Challenge: Sam and Storms. 200 word drabble. John ponders Sam's thunderous mood after grounding him for missing curfew. Set pre-series.
200 word version of the 100 word story written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN_BigPretzel on LiveJournal. Let me know which one you prefer.
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High Probability of Storms
"On a stormy sea of moving emotion, tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean" - 'Carry on Wayward Son', Kansas
John sighed, calling a belated greeting to his eldest son while wincing at the slamming door announcing the exit of his youngest.
"Lately, I can't even talk to him about the weather, without causing an argument," he observed morosely.
"Well, local news says the outlook's calm an' clear, but then perhaps if you didn't keep grounding him for no good reason..." said Dean, fully engrossed in the TV.
John narrowed his eyes, "What, and let him run wild like you, you mean?" He stopped struck by a sudden thought. "Wait, is it a girl?"
"Yeah, right, Dad. This is Sammy we're talking about, I don't think he's even discovered they exist yet," Dean chuckled.
"Yeah," John smiled, fondly. "Oh!" he said, shifting uncomfortably as he was struck by another thought, "A boy?"
The epic stink-eye from Dean was almost up to Sam's standards.
"You know I don't care about that..." John added quickly, "And I already apologized for what I said! It's just... the Sheriff's son, really?" he complained, recalling their hasty departure from the last town.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Anyway. No, he fell asleep... studying... in the library."
John groaned. "Okay, I'll go talk to him... expect storms..."
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