#saladandsass

[letsraisealittleperdition-a-blog]

Happy Birthday, Sammy.

[he may have stolen it, but it’s the thought that counts. There is also a nice meal waiting for Sammy, All the things he likes]

Sam blinked down at it, before grinning at his brother. “Thanks Dean.” He knew there was very little chance of this being obtained legally, but he was kind of past caring.

"No problem brother, and--" He raised his eyebrows with amusement "I don't even think you can watch porn on those things, so no worrying about that."

[winchesterunlimited]

Brothers Come to Town

  Sam nodded at the comment on the motel. Sure thing, Dean. Works for me too." He commented, flicking through the book in his hands. He put the book away as his brother parked and turned his gaze to the other, nodding once more. "Yeah, I'll sort that out. You go get some supplies."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, okay." He went across the street to the gas station and returned about fifteen minutes later. He looked at the motel as he stepped out of the car, "I miss the Men of Letters bunker already." He grabbed the full grocery bags out of the back seat and went inside, "So what are we this time, Sammy? Old faithful, FBI? US Marshals? State Police? Game Wardens?" He paused a moment, "They have predator control in Northern California don't they?" He sat the bags down on the room's main table, took out the beer and put it in the mini-fridge.