In a small, melancholic motel in Kansas City, America, Sam and Dean occupied room 221, which was on the second floor. With a sigh, Dean heavily fell back onto his bed, his arms spread out. Sam was sat at the small wooden table, over his laptop.
Above is a very short extract because I want the story line to not be ruined...? It's a SuperWhoLock fan fiction which is probably why you clicked this...? Anyway, I try to update as much as possible. I hope you enjoy the story!
I can't think of any good names for this, so... it looks like it's going to be "SuperWhoLock", for a while anyway. New cover, yay! I hope it's an improvement 😂