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Dean had heard the old adage that the most terrifying thing for a writer was a blank sheet of paper.
Given the Winchesters' profession, that was quite a stretch, but here he was sitting at a blank sheet of paper. Clueless.
Normally this stuff would be Sam's department, but Sam was away for the weekend visiting Rowena for help with their latest hunt, and so Dean was on his own.
He sighed.
Biting his lip, he took in a deep breath, and placed the pen on the paper and finally the words began to flow…
Pound of carrots
Toilet roll
Coffee ...
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