Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us to entertain, we reject it

[allforsurvival]

I felt like someone was banging drums in my head, the throbbing in my temples was almost maddening and I whimpered softly, turning over in the bed and sighing as I glanced at the time. It was dark again and it was time for us to go. Go once my body stopped hating it’s self and making each movement feel like I’m being hit with sledgehammers

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[my_fathers_gun]

"AHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN!" I scream as I am literally yanked from sleep. "AND HELLS BELLS WHY AM I TIED UP?!"

I look at her smirk for a good long while and than glance behind her to the open bathroom door and my open bag "Fuck you found the tranqs..."

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I fist my fingers harder in his hair and glare at him, unable to know if I trust my voice. "Careful, you're going to wake someone in the next room. Unless they're fucking..." I lean in and whisper into his ear. "You remember what that was like don't you Dean? Remember how I begged and whimpered under you?" I roughly yanked his hair again and glared at him. "Not this time. You're the one that's going to bark Dean. You used animal tranq's on me. I guess that answers just how you think of me." Was I really this bitter sounding? Yeah, right now I was.

[my_fathers_gun]

"They were the only ones I had that I thought would knock you out. Hell they were the only ones that ever worked on Sammy because of his size, so I though Uber-powerful Vamp BITCH could take it." I try to yank my head from her grip but only succeed in making her tighten her grip "Jesus Christ woman! I only did it so you could sleep through the night and heal! Granted it wasn't one of my brighter plans but it did work!"

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"That's something he'd do." My anger turned into something else and I couldn't speak anymore, I barely felt like I could function. Keeping quiet I let go of his hair and move over to the edge of the bed, pulling on the shirt he gave me last night and the now torn skirt that I wore the night before.

I slipped on my boots and laced them up tightly before moving over to Dean and untying his wrists and heading towards the door, not even giving him another look.

He hurt me. I don't do hurt.

[my_fathers_gun]

I had been half dosing and listening to Charlie Brown whine about how commercial Christmas had gotten when there was a knock on the door. I was about to get up and answer it when Lenore left the bathroom in nothing but a towl and answered the door. What the...
She proceeded to flirt a bit with the pimple faced delivery boy. If she didn't stop I was going to rip the sonuvabitches head off.

But than she closed the door and making her way over to me with the food and quipping about her clothes. I growl and point the the bag at the foot of the bed "There's some sweat's in there and tomorrow I'm taking you shopping." grabbing at one of the bags I open it and pull out some Garlic bread and with a shit eating grin take a big bite.

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I return his shit eating grin and shake my head, dropping the towel and climbing up onto the bed, I lean in and start nipping at his neck, nuzzling with my nose gently until I pull away. The garlic is getting to me and it's his fault.

"I don't do sweats," I comment quietly, laying out on the bed naked and pulling out a piece of toasted - ungarliced - bread and picking at it. "Oh really, where are we going shopping baby?" My eyes twinkle with naughty thoughts. "Leather and bondage shops too I hope...I need new boots." I lean up and nip the spot behind his knee for play. "You seem to have a think for me in my boots." I reach over and pull out the plate of ziti and smile sweetly at him. "You know, I really should go get some ice."

[my_fathers_gun]

" I was thinking of more along the lines of Target.....but new boots would be good." I pretend to look thoughtful and ignore her as nips a the back of my knees and just raise an eyebrow at her suggestion for ice.

"I could use some for this lump on the back of my head...but there's no rush, look Snoopy's dancing." reaching into the bag I pull out another plate and proceed to dig in "I used to do the Snoopy dance every year when Sam had to get his booster shots just to get him to stop crying."

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"I don't do Target, even if you call it 'that french store'." I give him the eye. "Hot Topic is my place, I love getting my boots from there." I smile sweetly and tip my head to the side. "I'm sure I can get a few other normal things. But we're replacing my fun collection, mister."

I cock my brow at him and get up off the bed. "Alright, you be Snoopy and I'll be Woodstock." I walk over and pick up the bucket, looking at the look on his face and taking pitty on him; I walk over and slip on the T-shirt he lent me last night before walking out - without anything else on to go down and get ice. "I'll be back," I call back, turning down the hall to the machine.