Immediately Post Fresh Blood
Sam and Dean
Mentions of John
The afternoon sun seemed to loll in the clear autumn sky. It was clearly refusing to set into the veil of darkness before it was right and ready. Dean looked up to it, shielding his eyes and smiled thinking the sun was badass enough to do just as it pleased.
“What are you smiling about?” Sam asked, glancing from under the hood of the Impala.
“What’s not to smile about?” Dean asked, watching his brother slowly try to repair the car.
Sam didn’t answer. He just kept his hands moving and Dean swallowed his grin. The beer had suddenly lost its taste. ( picture perfect . . . )