Since he was born, Patrick has been different. While normal kids have allergies to peanuts or dairy... Patrick is allergic to water. Patrick has given up on doing things. But Pete is trying to change that. WINNER OF 'PETERICK' IN THE FOB FIC AWARDS **This book contains references to the Milk Fic. At the time of writing, I didn't know who the author of it was, and what she did. I do not support her or the Milk Fic. Please do not bring her any attention, and do not mention her fic. Anyone new to the fandom (like I was at the time of writing this) does not know her, and they find it funny to reference. Please allow anyone new to know the Milk Fic was written by a woman with several charges against her.

When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and "Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you're too old for a babysitter, but we worry," he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. "Hey, kid," he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It's slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete's jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick's teeth on edge. "I'm here for Patricksitting. I assume you're the Patrick?" Link to the original story: http://adellyna.livejournal.com/355836.html

Winchester brothers go to Chicago to investigate another case involving otherworldly forces - a corpse that escaped from the morgue. But they couldn't even think that the "walking dead" will be a musician from the famous punk rock band.