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krisomniacJust to get the mojo flowing.
Title: Rope. Chalk. Lighter. Beads.
Wasn't supposed to end like this--
A blaze of glory, guns and guts and the rest of the world be damned. Talons and teeth, angry sprits and things that crawl out of the dark. Holding the retreat for frightened children, the wrong fight, in the wrong bar, on the wrong night. Not--
Dean's standing in the crossroads, unarmed.
All around him nails bite the dirt, low growls and huffing breaths circle.
Too calm, Dean waits.
Not supposed to end like--
Sam watches from the brush, fingers each item in his pocket-- rope, chalk, lighter, beads-- and smiles at the dark.
Title: Rope. Chalk. Lighter. Beads.
Wasn't supposed to end like this--
A blaze of glory, guns and guts and the rest of the world be damned. Talons and teeth, angry sprits and things that crawl out of the dark. Holding the retreat for frightened children, the wrong fight, in the wrong bar, on the wrong night. Not--
Dean's standing in the crossroads, unarmed.
All around him nails bite the dirt, low growls and huffing breaths circle.
Too calm, Dean waits.
Not supposed to end like--
Sam watches from the brush, fingers each item in his pocket-- rope, chalk, lighter, beads-- and smiles at the dark.
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2007-06-04 00:52 (UTC)Lovely stuff, honey. *hugs you tight*
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2007-06-05 11:22 (UTC)