Literature
Supernatural Commission #2
It was a quiet day, in a quiet town, at a quiet burger joint. Just the general soft chatter and clinking of plates, silverware and glass filled the building. At a corner booth, three adults were enjoying their meal. For the most part, that is. "Really, Dean?" said the one man, tall and broad-shouldered with brown hair that went down the back of his neck. "What? Come on, Sam! You eat your little salad thing, I'll have my big, scrumptious, doubledecker bacon and extra cheese cheeseburger." Dean, the other man at the table, had short-cut brown-blond hair and a bit of stubble growing on his face. "It's okay, Sam, let the man enjoy the little thin