The Thanks I GetIt didn't smell like Bobby's house. It didn't look like Bobby's house either. The old wallpaper was still there, as was the furniture, but all of the books and papers and glasses had been picked up and put away. It actually looked like someone had vacuumed. The house was so full you could hardly tell.
Everyone was there and they were all laughing and talking. It was as if they had forgotten that they were hunters, forgotten that the apocalypse was coming, and it was Thanksgiving. Jo and Rufus were telling stories by the door, but Jo shut up just long enough to give both Winchester's a hug and Rufus shook their hands and smiled. Ellen dragged Dean into the kitchen to try the gravy and he was then kicked out for trying everything else. Jodi looked lost as she cooked, this whole thing being her idea, but not knowing what anyone was talking about.
It was so full that it was almost impossible to tell who it was that was missing.
When they all sat down at the table, still talking and Ellen s
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When Sanks woke up he had no idea where he was. The trees almost blacked out the sun and he could hardly see it, his eyes crusted over with dried tears. He rubbed them away with his left hand and breathed lightly.
He could move, the pain no longer so unbearable that he could feel his ribs dig into his lungs with every breath. With a groan he pulled himself up into a sitting position, reminded of Crin's proximity by his whistling. He looked over at his back, slumped and facing him, the rest of him looking out into the thin forest.
Sanks could smell blood in the air, hidden under sweat and leather.
"Where are we?" Sanks inquired, his voice still a bit more rough than he was used to.
"Still in the forest." Crin absentmindedly informed him, "The crowd was shouting, directing the police towards us, so I dragged you over here."
"Dragged?" Sanks pulled himself the rest of the way up to his feet. He looked back the way they came, which wasn't hard to point out. He could see the trail of how he
NaNo 2012 chp 7
The road was smooth, the wind blowing hard as he sped. The horses were bolting, trying to get away from Sanks as best they could while still obeying his motions. His teeth were gritted against the breeze, insects stinging his face as he drove through them. The hood of his cloak had been blown off and his hair was whipping frantically, slashing at his skin worst than the insects, but he didn't care. He couldn't care.
The NHPF were somewhere behind him, having had to stop and discuss paperwork and who was going to follow and who was going to go out for backup. They were taking too long. Sanks couldn't have waited for them.
He could hardly see the horse in the distance, a tiny speck down the straight highway. There were a lot of obstacles in the way, including human beings and other animals, and they were shouting and shaking their fists at Sanks, complaining that he was a mad man and he didn't know the rules of the road.
He tightened his grip on the reigns and lashed them, reminding the