Disclaimer etc, see Chapter 1
NET KNOTS
Chapter 7
"Sammy, I get it…but a website is –"
"The only way we can go legit and still do what we do," Sam interrupted firmly. "I didn't just sit in the hospital and decide to go dot com. I spent most of my time freaking out inside my head when I realised that the demon could take us out of the game with that phone call to the IRS – if it if ever thought of it."
"Yeah, yeah, you already said – No Visible Means."
"Exactly – my brain is good at nightmares Dean, excellent at visualising all sorts of calamities…Comes with the Technicolor Shining." Sam growled. "My imagination had a field day with that scenario – the Men in Grey turning up on our doorstep one day and starting with the inquisition: You have no jobs, Messrs Winchester, so how do you acquire the money to put gas in that guzzling tank? How do you pay for the food you eat, the clothes you wear, the cubic tonnage of lead, silver and iron bullets you go through annually?"
Dean winced at the recitation of questions, acknowledging their validity. "I suppose pool hustling, illegal poker games, credit card fraud and rich women's gigolo wouldn't go down too well."
"We'd be toast." Sam stated harshly. "I've never been comfortable with the credit card scams but they're like snags all over the sweater that is our life – pull one and the whole lot comes unravelled. The IRS catches us out with one credit card fraud and they won't stop digging." He looked at Dean squarely, "The three of us would end up doing twenty-five without parole for fraud, embezzlement, identity theft and whatever else they could throw at us – and that's assuming that they didn't just have us all shipped to the nearest asylum for the criminally insane when we tried to explain."
Continued in Chapter 8…
© 2006, Catherine D. Stewart