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[for dean (and others)]: he was a man mourning tomorrow
Ruby's here ( Read more... ) -
[for agravain]: there's a bad moon on the rise
Things have been...better.
Far from good, far from even okay still (one night's visit, a thousand nightmares, all the promises, all the kindness) but it's...better. After New Year's, whatever that was, after the murder pulled them back together, things have been more solid with Dean. He feels better about it, anyway. Like maybe someday ( Read more... ) -
[closed to gwen; backdated to days post wolves] oh when, oh when
Sam hurts. His body aches, it's tired and still in pain, his bandaging clumsy. But that's not the bad part. The bad part is the deeper pain, the part that hears you're a monster, Sam and pick a hemisphere. And that's what has him finding a quiet corner of the Mansion to sit down and lower his face into his hands ( Read more... ) -
[anotp: guinevere] i long to feel some beauty in my heart
He thinks about Guinevere the whole day. Not just her, though - Jess and Madison and Sarah - all the other girls he's tried with before. Ruby. Meg. He probably has to include them too, much as he would rather not. All disasters, except for Sarah, maybe, and that's probably because he never got too close. Stayed at a distance. (Lucky her ( Read more... ) -
[backdated]: closed to dean
The whole night is a blur. A messy, painful, bloody blur. Or not even the whole night; Sam remembers clearly enough going running, the first wolf coming at him and gutting it with the knife. It's a good knife, he still has it ( Read more... ) -
[open] mark my hopes with birdseed
It was Sam's birthday yesterday ( Read more... )