Writing From the Inside

Part Three

Turning his mind away from this thought, he moved around Dean and Dad and got the plates and the forks and the glasses and arranged them on the table. He got the salt and pepper shakers out too, thinking that might help with the taste.

Part One

For a moment, the slow hush of the river beneath the low bent trees was all the sound there was. Beyond that, the hum of the forest played a scratchy green sound in Sam's ears as he hunkered low in the water, bare feet braced against the gravel and stones, feeling the slow, cool rush of water over this thighs and hips. As he peered over the edge of the line of willow sticks, he could see that there were three fish circling around, all alive, fat and sassy, and they would make the best cookout ever. Ever.

Title: The Gauntlet (Sparta Verse)
Author: lovesrain44
Rating: PG, Gen, violence, angst, hurt, but not a whole lot of comfort

Verse: Sparta Verse
Pairing: None
Word Count: 13,740

Summary:  Sam’s stitches come off and the crossbow training starts, much to Dean’s delight and Sam’s dismay. This story is a sequel to Soldier Son.

“Sam.”

It was an order. A direct one.

“It—it slipped. I was oiling it and it slipped.”

“When was this?”

For an answer, Sam looked over at the crossbow, now sitting on the table beside the couch, where no doubt Dean had been fondling it in private. “When you got—when you brought—” He sighed and stopped. Knew what was coming next.