Yep, this is Day of the Dead fic. No, it's not set in Mexico, I'm not that pathetic. It's kinda close, though. *shifty eyes* I couldn't resist including my grandad's hometown in the story, though, so sorry. Also, 'Melditos metiches' means something like 'damned nosy people'.
Title: And That Ashen Taste on My Mouth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2035
Author Notes: The Day of the Dead has always been one of my favorite holidays, and seeing how much the tradition fits with the canon, and the importance of this day in the series, I just couldn't not write this.
( They’re entering San Antonio when Sam finally learns the date for the first time after weeks of Dean carefully stepping in front of faded diner calendars and clipping the newspaper’s date away and messing with the laptop so it says it’s Christmas, 1977, and then it only makes sense for them being practically half a country away when he realizes it’s November the second. )
Title: And That Ashen Taste on My Mouth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2035
Author Notes: The Day of the Dead has always been one of my favorite holidays, and seeing how much the tradition fits with the canon, and the importance of this day in the series, I just couldn't not write this.
( They’re entering San Antonio when Sam finally learns the date for the first time after weeks of Dean carefully stepping in front of faded diner calendars and clipping the newspaper’s date away and messing with the laptop so it says it’s Christmas, 1977, and then it only makes sense for them being practically half a country away when he realizes it’s November the second. )
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