Panic at the Disco AU, in which there is no band – just Spencer and Ryan, ages 15 and 16. It’s a long, hot summer, the kind that young boys dream about; but this one has some changes in store, and Spencer struggles to navigate the shifting terrain.*
Gerard hasn’t prayed in years, probably not since Gamma died. It’s just… no. Not happening. He imagines sometimes that he’s in a staredown contest with God, arms folded, glaring at each other.*
They have nowhere special to go, no larger plan; Dean hangs the Impala’s tires along the West Coast for a while, skirting California. Sam thinks it might mean something in that weird language Dean speaks: his brother’s never managed to communicate in something as tiny as words. Dean would never just ask Sam if he wanted to go back to college; so instead he burns several tanks worth of gas winding along the edges of Cali.*
At any other time, with anyone else, he’d feel vulnerable and self-conscious; but it’s just Sam.*
Sam finds it about three weeks after they kill the demon (nineteen days subtracted from three hundred sixty-five is three hundred forty-six.)*