MISUNDERSTANDINGS
WOW: secret. Some misunderstandings are, well, understandable…
Disclaier: I don't own them
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Jack wandered into the bunker's main hall and sat down opposite Sam.
Sam looked up from his laptop; "hey Jack," he smiled.
Jack smiled amiably in response. "I've just been talking to Dean," he announced. "He's so amazing."
Sam's brow furrowed quizzically; "amazing? What's he been saying?"
"Yes, he's amazing," Jack continued enthusiastically; "did you know how strong he is? He's, like, strong like Superman."
"Uh, well, yeah… okay," Sam relied hesitantly; "he's strong, but Superman…?"
"Dean was telling me about how you were often poor when you were children, and that he sometimes had to steal food so that you could both eat."
Sam nodded. "Well, yeah, he did. That wasn't easy for him."
"Then Dean told me a secret. He said you're the only other person that knows this; he said he's not proud of it but sometimes he had to lift shops to get food."
Sam shrugged; "yeah, I guess… I think we both kinda tried not to think about it."
"Why isn't he proud?" Jack exclaimed; "If I was strong enough to lift a shop right up, I'd want to tell everyone in the world!"
Sam sighed, closing his laptop. "Okay Jack, it's like this…"
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