Haha, about halfway through, when it was all idyllic, I kept feeling the other shoe JUST ABOUT TO DROP.

Poor Bobby. Set up to be the bad guy, because there's no other way Sam could figure out how to play things. Poor Sam, having to worry about everything. Poor Dean, being kinda lost about why they were going to some old dude's house when everything about it made him uncomfortable.

I LOVE THIS FIC. OMG. **flail**

(I'm sure it's going to have more dropping shoes. A millipede's share of footwear. BUT SAMMY I SWEAR YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT, MKAY?)