Goodbye Blue Sky
Dean sighs and mumbles something about chicks with dicks before dropping his head back onto the mattress and staring at the moldy ceiling. “Living without you was never in the equation, Sam.”*
Dean sighs and mumbles something about chicks with dicks before dropping his head back onto the mattress and staring at the moldy ceiling. “Living without you was never in the equation, Sam.”*
“It feels safe here,” she says, staring out towards the trees on the edge of the property. “No ghosties in the attic, no beasties lurking in the woods. We’re like a normal family.”*