JACKPOT
WOW: pinch. Chuck never said writing was easy; especially where those Winchester brothers are concerned.
Disclaimer: Sadly, still don't own them!
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Chuck's latest vision flowed through his fingertips onto the flickering screen of his aging computer as he typed feverishly.
… The brothers watch tonight's Megamillions draw on the room's ancient TV set.
The first number is one.
Then two.
Five.
"Hey Sam, they're our first three numbers, just imagine if …"
Twenty-four.
"Crap, Dean, that's another one."
Thirty-one.
Forty-seven.
"HOLY SHIT!"
The brothers whooped with joy.
"Pinch me, I'm dreaming … twenty-freakin'-million bucks, dude; TWENTY-FREAKIN'-MILLION," Dean gasped; "lemme see the ticket."
…
"I thought you'd bought it."
Chuck's head hit the keyboard with a clunk; he could feel an adult rating for language coming on.
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