#bowtotheboyking

“If y’could see y’erself, y’d see the appeal,” Luke murmured, eyes locked on Sam’s slightly parted lips, his own cigarette dangling half-forgotten from his fingers. “I’d be happy t’kiss the taste away f’er ya’, darlin’.” Of course, the same flavor is on his lips, but that’s not the true point.

“I know, bu’ th’lore says i’s true, look.”

“Poss’bly. Prob’ly, seein’ as there’s two o’ya’. Y’er very han’some, both o’ya’.”

“Well since y’asked so nice darlin’, I’m happy t’oblige.”

“There were a few more vamps than I w’s prepared f’er when I actually found th’nest. C’n ya’ help me stitch up?”

“How d’ya’ accidentally adopt a livin’ cott’n ball? Look a’ i’, i’s jus’ fluff wi’ eyes.”

Kermit, Texas. Connor flew into Dallas from Philadelphia, got a rental and drove the six ours to Kermit until he found the motel Sam was calling home. He didn’t question it. He’d met Dean at a motel that looked a lot worse than that one. After talking to the clerk he got Sam’s room number and casually knocked on the door.