Imagine these guys driving through small southern towns in their big black car with all manner of guns. Imagine these guys running credit card scams, and trying to talk their way into strangers' houses, and, you know, the other stuff that Dean and Sam do. (Sorry, we have reached the limit of my osmotic fannish knowledge.) It would be a whole different narrative, I'll tell you that for free. This, exactly, and so much more.
This only makes me itch to write Indonesian Winchesters.
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This, exactly, and so much more.
This only makes me itch to write Indonesian Winchesters.