Challenge Word: Blunt
WARNINGs: None. Pre-series Wee!chester The weekend starts on a sour note.
100 words (per MS word counter)
Moving On
by Swellison
Sam finished his scrambled eggs and rose.
"Hold up, Sammy." Dad ordered. "After I finish this hunt, we're leaving."
"But the school play's next Friday—" Sam objected.
"Enough." Dad spoke bluntly. "Pack your bags and be ready on Sunday." Dad turned to Dean, his seventeen-year-old ally. "I've got a lead in Georgia. Look after Sammy."
"Yessir," Dean answered.
Dad grabbed his gear and left, Sam scowling after him. "The Devil went down to Georgia."
"Sammy!" Dean scolded.
"It's SAM."
"Georgia has good schools—and Southern girls. We'll be okay."
Sam began to realize life as a Winchester sucked sometimes.