Ain't no kind of freedom
I love David Gray and while listening to his song Freedom, it gave me an idea for the challenge Free Falling over at
spn_het_love, so here it is.
Title : Ain’t no kind of freedom
Rating : PG
Pairing : Dean/OFC
Wordcount : 273
Prompt : Written for
spn_het_love challenge, Free Falling. Inspired by Freedom - David Gray.
She is running across the roof of the old warehouse where it held her captive. The freezing night air is peeling the skin off her face. It is deathly quiet except for the sounds of their labored breath and the rapid slapping of their feet on the rooftop. Her throat is on fire and her muscles are screaming, but terror only barely allows her to feel these things. It feels like she’s been running forever since she managed to escape from her bonds. Around and around the old machines and empty crates until it finally forced her up the stairs and out onto this roof. She knows there is nowhere left to run, but she runs anyway.
She should probably have waited, been a little more patient. He said he’d be back and something in his eyes made her want to believe. So she waited and waited, but when someone started screaming and blood painted the window shut, she couldn’t wait any more. So now she runs calling and calling for him, but he doesn’t answer, doesn’t come to save her. Suddenly she feels it’s breath on her neck and she knows the running is almost over. She dares to look back and as she finally catches a glimpse of her captor’s face, the roof ends and she goes sailing over. She’s falling, falling and tears burn in her eyes. A strange calm settles over her and she is not scared anymore. She is free, flying, falling. Everything will be alright now. As she hits the ground, there is no pain. Only a pleasant numbness that settles quietly over her whole body. She’s looking up into the beautiful, clear night sky when she sees him looking down at her over the edge.
“Dean …”
Hope you liked it and comments would mean a lot!
spn_het_love, so here it is.
Title : Ain’t no kind of freedom
Rating : PG
Pairing : Dean/OFC
Wordcount : 273
Prompt : Written for
spn_het_love challenge, Free Falling. Inspired by Freedom - David Gray.
She is running across the roof of the old warehouse where it held her captive. The freezing night air is peeling the skin off her face. It is deathly quiet except for the sounds of their labored breath and the rapid slapping of their feet on the rooftop. Her throat is on fire and her muscles are screaming, but terror only barely allows her to feel these things. It feels like she’s been running forever since she managed to escape from her bonds. Around and around the old machines and empty crates until it finally forced her up the stairs and out onto this roof. She knows there is nowhere left to run, but she runs anyway.
She should probably have waited, been a little more patient. He said he’d be back and something in his eyes made her want to believe. So she waited and waited, but when someone started screaming and blood painted the window shut, she couldn’t wait any more. So now she runs calling and calling for him, but he doesn’t answer, doesn’t come to save her. Suddenly she feels it’s breath on her neck and she knows the running is almost over. She dares to look back and as she finally catches a glimpse of her captor’s face, the roof ends and she goes sailing over. She’s falling, falling and tears burn in her eyes. A strange calm settles over her and she is not scared anymore. She is free, flying, falling. Everything will be alright now. As she hits the ground, there is no pain. Only a pleasant numbness that settles quietly over her whole body. She’s looking up into the beautiful, clear night sky when she sees him looking down at her over the edge.
“Dean …”
Hope you liked it and comments would mean a lot!