Moonlight Dwelling

Dean sat at the table looking at the tokens he got from the cereal boxes. Picking up a pen Dean addressed the envelope to Bobby. Since Dad moved them around a lot he wanted Bobby to place the order for the Star Trek shirt that came with a communicator.

"What are you doing Dean?"

Dean had just sealed the envelope.

"None of your business."

Sam looked at the envelope clutched in Dean's hands."

"A letter to Bobby?"

By Barbara Desmond