After more than six goddamn months of no updates or new chapters, my lazy ass is back and better than ever. Expect new parts weekly, maybe daily :')
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"What the fuck did you get myself into.. You fucked up this time Dean, you really did."
I instantly my face scrunch into an intense growl, my hands curling into paralyzingly tight fists. My little brother stood before me, a smug grin spread across his toned features. Ever since I had called him and spoke with him about Pass The Salt and it's potential, he had been giving me absolute hell for my career and the choices I make in regards to it.
"Sammy, you might want to shut the fuck up. You forget that I am the one that raised you, and I deserve some goddamn respect," I spat angrily in his direction.
I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion as he looked back at me, his expression turning into one of complete sadness. I instantly felt my blood run cold, my heart dropping into my stomach as my words quickly rolled off my tongue.
"Shit! God, I am so so fucking sorry Sammy I-"
"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. I told you not to mention our childhood. You know how that makes me feel. If you want to do this dead-end cooking show and be a little bitch for a big name corporation, you go right fucking ahead. Just don't call me begging for money again, okay?" he interrupted and shot back angrily, before storming out of my apartment, slamming the door on the way out.
What a productive day. I fucked up my career and now I've fucked up my relationship with my little brother. Fantastic.
"Dean.. calm the fuck down and get to work. You have put your blood, sweat, and tears into this show and you're not going to let petty bullshit ruin it for you." I said to myself in a confident tone.
I strolled to my almost barren bookshelf, pulling numerous composition notebooks out from under their dusty prison. The instant the hard, smooth covers brushed against my calloused hands I instantly felt a wave of calm. Work. The one thing that can drown out the world.
"Who needs alcohol? I have work to intoxicate me and make me forget." I mumbled to myself.
This was definitely going to be a long ass night.
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Pass The Salt
FanfictionDean Winchester is a famed television chef. Upon learning that he his current contact with Food Network is up for termination, he decides the only way to put some spark back into his career is with a cooking competition. Five male and female chefs w...
