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Supernatural Gen Fiction: "Places To Rest" (PG)

Title: Places To Rest
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam, Dean, John, others (Gen, Drabbles, Drama, Humor)
Rating: PG
Summary: (Spoilers through 4x01) Ten moments in the lives of the Winchesters.
Author's Notes: This is my Sweet Charity story for tsuki_no_bara, who wanted this drabble series to include the boys, John, Jess, Bobby, Ellen and perhaps Hendriksen, and a mixture of drama and lightness. Everyone is here except the hedgehog. :)

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In high school, Sam decides that Dean's embarrassing...Collapse )

Tags: drabbles, mini_nanowrimo, my_fic, sn_gen, sweet_charity
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