Okay. I've done something a little strange here, but a few weeks ago, I wrote another Supernatural Halloween fic that kind of mentions the activities here in passing. So I had this plot bunny and decided that fic or treat was the perfect time to sort of explore this. And a wacko crossover time was had by all (and yes, the timing works out pretty well with the movie).
This is an experiment.
A story told in drabblish sections.
The beginning of the tale
Section I.
Dad moved them to Maine four weeks into the new school year. Dean didn't care because high schools were pretty standard in the way they always sucked. But Sammy had been sullen for the whole drive, not speaking a word to their father as he sulked in the back seat.
Being pulled out of one school and shoved unceremoniously into another at the beginning of seventh grade really made him mad in that belligerent teenager kind of way.
John didn't seem to care, at least that's what Sam thought. And Dean just told him to suck it up as he cleaned the guns. Dad was on a hunt. And there seemed to be a lot to hunt in the north east woods, as he moved their home base.
Friendship, Maine was small and rural. The trees were edged in the beginnings of oranges and yellows and brilliant reds as Sam trudged to school from their rented two-bedroom cabin. All the other kids in his class had known each other all their lives.
Being the new kid sucked.
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This is an experiment.
A story told in drabblish sections.
The beginning of the tale
Section I.
Dad moved them to Maine four weeks into the new school year. Dean didn't care because high schools were pretty standard in the way they always sucked. But Sammy had been sullen for the whole drive, not speaking a word to their father as he sulked in the back seat.
Being pulled out of one school and shoved unceremoniously into another at the beginning of seventh grade really made him mad in that belligerent teenager kind of way.
John didn't seem to care, at least that's what Sam thought. And Dean just told him to suck it up as he cleaned the guns. Dad was on a hunt. And there seemed to be a lot to hunt in the north east woods, as he moved their home base.
Friendship, Maine was small and rural. The trees were edged in the beginnings of oranges and yellows and brilliant reds as Sam trudged to school from their rented two-bedroom cabin. All the other kids in his class had known each other all their lives.
Being the new kid sucked.
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Next section is
http://etakyma.livejournal.com/51816.html (http://etakyma.livejournal.com/51816.html)