IT'S A LONG ROAD …
WOW: Soccer Mom. Sam's kind offer to take home four children rescued after a rawhead hunt didn't work out so well …
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
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"She hasn't had kids in her back seat since we were rugrats," Sam ventured cautiously, sensing the tense hunch of Dean's shoulders and his white-knuckled grip on the Impala's wheel.
Dean peered into the rear-view at the four little heads behind him; "yeah, an' if that ginger one asks 'are we there yet?' again, there won't be any more kids in her. Ever."
"They'll be home soon," reassured Sam; "it could be worse."
"Hey," Dean snapped; "you, kid, no nose-pickin' in my freakin' car."
"I feel like a goddamned soccer mom, Sam," he growled; "it couldn't be worse."
"Hey Mister, I feel sick …"
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