Something SPN I'd like to see. I'd like it if Krip wrote and the boys acted a tag to Jump The Shark, and opened the ep with the tag within the "Then" and "Now"
Maybe something kinda like this…
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Miles spooled out behind them, Dean cast another glance at Sam and frowned. Both the younger man's forearms were tightly wrapped in gauze, yet another narrow escape from the hospital behind them at the far end of that black ribbon. Thought he tried to kill himself… friggin' BITCH! I'd like to blow her head off all over again! He glanced at the lemon pucker that had always been a marker as to how hard Sam's brain was working.
"What is it Sam?" he finally asked.
Sam shook his head and leaned back but sighed. Dean knew he'd eventually give it up.
"Look it doesn't matter what those scrubs were saying, we both know what really happened y'know?" He knew damned well Sam couldn't care less what the hospital staff thought, but misdirection was a technique he'd perfected over the course of raising the younger man.
"S'not that Dean."
Here we go. "Then what is it? What's buggin' you?"
Slowly he nodded, "… different."
"What's different?" Why's it always gotta be like pulling teeth with you?
"My blood. She said my blood tasted different."
"Well they're not exactly vegetarians and let's face it man, you are what you eat y'know?" Dean tried to make light but knew damned well there was something a lot darker weighing on his little brother's mind.
In the passenger seat Sam nodded, "Yeah…" he huffed and fought against the fluttering in his belly, "…demon blood."
Dean felt his face screw up in confusion, "Yeah, we know you've got demon blood in you, you think she could taste it?"
Sam sighed and shrugged, don't say it… it's not too late, you don't have to tell him! "Cas told you I killed Alastair."
"Yeah."
"It's not just practicing with the psychic thing that's made me stronger Dean." He said quietly, almost too quietly to be heard.
"Sam… you got something to say just say it willya?"
"I am what I eat… or in this case… drink." He paused and glanced at his big brother who he could tell by his expression did NOT want to make the connection his brain was making. "Demon blood Dean… it's how I've gotten so strong."
Every bit of the elder hunter went numb as he turned and looked the meatsuit next to him in the eye, who ARE you? Where's MY BROTHER! A horn blaring drew his attention back to the road, and he swerved too hard. The impala's tires stumbled over the gravel roadside as the car lurched into a runoff ditch. With the car stuck Dean turned to face the man beside him.
"You what?" he asked again, disbelieving.
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Then I'd say begin the episode…. But that's just me.
