#lostprayers

Searing Texas heat stifled Sam's lungs, and the box jutting sharply into his chest didn't help one bit. He carried the box into the little house and heaved it onto the wooden dining table, just glad to get out of the glare of the hot sun. His back ached. "Baby, where are you?" he called, not seeing Dean anywhere.

As much as Sam struggled in the heat of their new home, he felt much worse for Dean, whose belly was swelling each and every day now. Of course he looked gorgeous, the curves the baby and hormones giving to him only complimenting his looks, and he'd never looked happier. 

It had been a long, long few months, but they'd finally found a house. Just a tiny thing, and seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but they didn't have to pay mortgage until they were really on his feet, all thanks to Bobby. It was small, but it was theirs. It was perfect.

22. My muse blurts out something they find attractive about yours