To all those on my flist who haven't yet bowed down to Supernatural: I'm sorry.
To those who have: I'm sorry. I killed the Metallicar. Or, well, I will. It would take longer to explain than it would to read the fic.
I seem to be becoming frighteningly prolific. Apparently, January term will do that to you. It's like solitary confinement, but with better food and entertainment. Huh.
This is really quite short.
Pairing: None (gen)
Rating: PG, absolutely arbitrarily
Spoilers: References a single line from Scarecrow, but this shouldn't harm you if you haven't seen the ep yet. Come to think of it, if you've missed Bloody Mary and everything that comes after, this might not make a great deal of sense to you. Otherwise, go for it.
Feedback: Is snuggled like a firstborn child. Even if it's ugly.
Summary: Sam is wise.
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