Dean withdrew his toothbrush from his mouth and stared at Garth in amazed disbelief.
Garth gave a nervous laugh. "Knew you wouldn't believe me."
Dean shook his head. He tossed the toothbrush onto the counter and rinsed out his mouth. "Oh, I believe you, all right." He walked past the other hunter into the next room and rooted around in his bag, after a few seconds pulling out his trusty Colt 1911.
Watching him unhappily, Garth said, "You want me to come with you?"
Dean looked at him in disbelief. "Garth! You raised freaking Elvis! You're definitely coming with me!"
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Hey guys! My laptop committed suicide. Got a new one and am still learning its ins and outs. It's Windows Eight! Why do they always think that just because they CAN change something means they HAVE to? Oh well, I'll learn as I go. Anyway, this is the first thing I've posted in a few weeks and I am extremely rusty. Please be kind. Wanted to post something - ANYTHING - to get my juices flowing again. See you again tomorrow!
