Cute ficlet. :) I’m increasingly interested in how all three Winchesters trained, so this definitely caught my eye.
Favorite lines:
It is an unwritten rule of the universe that the moment a person is bound, wrists, ankles, and chest to a large tree in the middle of nowhere, his nose will inevitably begin to itch.
*snickers*
The sun sinks down to the horizon, and long shadows stretch across the field. There's a balmy breeze under a clear sky. In the distance, he can hear someone singing and closer by, the soothing sound of insects in the grass.
Good description there.
But reminding Dean over breakfast about a certain night in a certain orchard only seems to have made things worse.
*snickers* Yeah, Dean definitely wouldn’t appreciate Sam pointing out that little incident.
Dangling from Dean's extended wrist, is a set of very pink and very fuzzy, handcuffs.
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Date: 2006-08-04 02:54 pm (UTC)Favorite lines:
It is an unwritten rule of the universe that the moment a person is bound, wrists, ankles, and chest to a large tree in the middle of nowhere, his nose will inevitably begin to itch.
*snickers*
The sun sinks down to the horizon, and long shadows stretch across the field. There's a balmy breeze under a clear sky. In the distance, he can hear someone singing and closer by, the soothing sound of insects in the grass.
Good description there.
But reminding Dean over breakfast about a certain night in a certain orchard only seems to have made things worse.
*snickers* Yeah, Dean definitely wouldn’t appreciate Sam pointing out that little incident.
Dangling from Dean's extended wrist, is a set of very pink and very fuzzy, handcuffs.
*g* Cute ending there.
Thanks for a fun read.