Wendy couldn't help it. She found the tape in her trunk and it just needed to be played. She wasn't a fan of most 80's music. Actually, they both always preferred the older stuff, but this was still their song. They had decided on it at seventeen, after a long night of drugs, booze, and talk ( Read more... )

Alice had taken to running at least once a day. It struck her as somewhat ironic that she'd never exercised anywhere she'd lived, never ran up and down the streets of London, New York, Kansas City, or even done as much as walked around a bus station. And she'd seen many of those. For her, movement was a strictly utilitarian endeavor. She walked ( Read more... )

There was a velvet-clad elbow resting on the top of the Library table, precariously close to a cup of tea, long since gone cold.  There was a set of fingernails drumming erratically on the varnished surface, fingernails bitten to the quick, a few tips smeared with red-orange blood.  There was a pair of blue eyes that stared unseeing at the open ( Read more... )

Well, well, well... this place was something and she sure's hell wasn't about to drink like she had that first night in. She knew what she did and while she wasn't shamed by what she did, she was a little ashamed for getting so piss-drunk over something as trivial as her emotional state at the time ( Read more... )

Sam Winchester lingered outside long after most of the others had returned to the hotel's cooler, more comfortable interior. He had just stood there looking out at the desert that seemed endless, but that none of them could ever seem to fully reach during that little "walk-out" attempt ( Read more... )

Lilo was sitting in the lobby. She had a bowl of cut pineapple beside her, and her legs tucked under her dress. She was reading a book on dermatological conditions, and every now and then would dogear one of the glossy pages. She read quietly to herself, from time to time plucking a bit of fruit and munching on it. Only a few times did she have ( Read more... )

She felt her palms, slick and sweaty grope around the handle as tight as she could but she was slipping and she knew it. Slowly she slipped a tiny centimeter, by centimeter and she wasn't quite sure if she could do this. If she could actually hold on for that long. She didn't think she could. Somewhere in the midst of panic, she started to scream ( Read more... )

When his door was finally unlocked, if one were to enter his room, they would find the alcoholic contents of the Fifth Doctor's minibar emptied and the little bottles covering the floor ( Read more... )

His hair was a mess ( Read more... )

After Operation Walkaway didn't work, Dean felt even more conflicted and even more shitty than usual. He knew he couldn't be the only one torn about leaving, but it didn't matter in his head. He still felt guilty, still felt like he was alone in feeling grateful that at the end of the day, he wasn't the Weird One. Wasn't alone. He could go to ( Read more... )