Dean rocked his body in the back of the Impala, Sam cradled in his arms, wails crawling out of his small throat.
“Sammy it’s otay, it’s otay.” Dean said between sobs. “Daddy’s gon be back soon.”
The stench of smoke still strong in his nose, Dean tried to wipe it away with his small arm.
With shaking hands he mopped the tears off Sammy’s face. With a quivering voice Dean started to sing.
“Hey jude, don’t be afraid.”
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Italian style mac and cheese, courtesy of the Little Epicurean. This makes me want to wear a raccoon suit and jump on a turtle’s back. I’d totally understand if it was just me that felt this way. Click on the pic to ignore my insanity and see the recipe!
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