Mar. 31st, 2014

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Sam needed some air.

Ever since he'd been hit by this curse, his brother was alternately even more stifling than usual and giving him all sorts of shit over it. Bobby had pointed out, gently, that this was his brother handling things badly, as usual. Which Sam couldn't disagree with, but it did mean that he needed to take a walk away from Bobby's house and out beyond the junkyard toward the fishing pond.

He rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of the two extra appendages there -- a set of brown and golden wings whose span was easily three times his own height. The curse had given them to him, had at least changed his body so that it accepted them as though he had always had them. It was just...awkward.

Especially when, as now, there seemed to be an itch just beneath his shoulder blade and he really, really couldn't reach it.

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