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Samuel Winchester
Casted out I'm watching your eyes
Casting out my visions of nine
Blacking out
Casted out I'm watching your eyes bleed dry
Touch with frustrated lips
Love is like starting over
With every step engraving the problems of memories
There's a definite pattern to our behavior -
just a random thought written down.
"So I met Ben yesterday."
Sam raises his hand at the startled movement on his right, eyes fixated on the floor.
"He didn't realize I knew it was him. I think."
Silence fills the air, thickens, twists and turns it into something he can barely breathe in.
"Just because he wears your face-- that doesn't make it you."
He frowns.
"Not by a long -
One. Two. Three.
It's gone past midnight. Alec is stretched out on the couch. Feet thrown idly up on the table and staring at the odd pattern on the wall that he always finds his eyes returning to when he can't be bothered to turn on the television. He's been contemplating getting up and getting out for, well, a couple of hours, but the truth is he isn't in the ( Read more... ) -
That was almost too easy.
Alec tilts his head back and empties... oh, maybe his fifth drink. Sixth? Sometimes it's annoying, this super metabolism thing. So long as he sticks to normal drinks, he has to drink pretty damn quick to get more than the pleasantly buzzed feeling that's currently slightly blurring the bar before his eyes and warming him all the way to the ( Read more... ) -
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"I still think we should've taken the left turn four miles ago," Sam murmured stubbornly as he bent his head over the map again, eyes scanning the various lines, "cause this road is pretty much leading us to the middle of nowhere ( Read more... )