FORTY FOUR | Jesus Juice

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JESUS JUICE
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( jump the shark )

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OUT BY THE OCEAN — ALLISON HUGGED HERSELF TIGHTLY, PULLING THE COVER UP CLOSER TO HER BODY. She closed her eyes, wearing a small smile on her face, listening to the seagulls caw and the waves crash as the wind blew through her hair.

Sam leaned against the Impala, brushing his teeth. Dean was asleep inside the vehicle, spread out very awkwardly. He then stirs awake, stumbling out of the passenger side, almost hitting the ground. Sam looks behind him, watching the event unfold, "Hey! How'd you sleep?"

Dean grunted at the stiffness in his body as he stood on his own two feet. "How do you think?" he asks Sam who replied with a chuckle. Dean closes the door behind him, stretching out his arms, "I'm hungry. Let's go get breakfast. Where's Allison?" he twists and turns looking for her, spotting her further down the hill near the waves.

"Where? We're like two hours from anything," Sam reminded his brother.

"But i'm hungry now," Dean whined, pouting.

"There's probably a sandwich in the backseat still."

Dean turns and almost dives through the window, searching for the sandwich Sam spoke of. Pulling out a brown paper bag, he immediately opens it and reels back in disgust. "It's tuna." Dean complained, gagging. He closed the bag back up, but before he could throw it back into the car, a phone began to ring.

Sam and Dean both patted themselves down as they searched for the ringing phone, but with no luck, Dean leaned into the car ( after tossing away the stinky tuna fish sandwich ) and got into his glovebox, pulling out a phone. "Isn't that dad's phone?" Sam asks Dean.

Dean doesn't reply to his brother, but instead, opens the flip phone and puts it to his ear, "Hello?" he shoves a hand into his leather jacket pocket, while leaning on the Impala. "Uhm, who — is this John?" the voice on the other line spoke.

"He can't come to phone. Can I help you?

"No. I really need to talk to John. This is Adam Milligan. He knows me."

"Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago." Sam turned around to look at Dean when he said those words but Dean paid him no mind. "Who is this?"

"I'm his son."


In Windom, Minnesota — the Impala pulls into the parking lot of a diner. "So, you guys have another brother?" on their way there, Dean explained to Allison about the phone they had received on his fathers phone. As Dean replied with a firm No, Sam replied with, "Maybe."

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