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A/N: This was written for Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam's Weekly Drabble Challenge. It's written for No Specific Episode. Make sure you read the others...
- The title of this story, in case anyone was wondering, came from a quote by Theodore Roosevelt:
Don't foul, don't flinch. Hit the line hard.
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Don't Foul
"Hold it taut, Sam," Dean instructed his 9-year-old brother in Bobby Singer's crowded salvage yard.
"I'm trying," Sam whimpered as he struggled to hold a bow and arrow two times too big. Dean handed him another dulled arrow. Sam hooked it up, and, with Dean behind his brother for support, Sam pulled back on the string with all the strength that he had. Then, with the release of his breath, Sam released the arrow. At the pang of the string and the crash of breaking another window, Sam almost dropped his bow before Dean caught it.
"Better little brother. But you've really got to control that flinch."
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A/N: Hope this one was good. It was the first idea I came up with. Hope you'll review this one, and read the next one!