Drabble: enough time (Roswell/Supernatural)
Enough time
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Dean/Maria (SPN/Roswell), sun
Spoilers: none.
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: Nother Dean/Maria drabble... so, what would the pairing be called... Daria... or Mean? lol... both sound funny! Hehehehe... I wonder if with Maria in tow, the boys would have had the same problems, or would it have been different?
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Nervously she looked to the clock. Only midnight, she told herself. Only midnight. They still had some time until they returned. And no, she wasn’t really going crazy, she was only pacing around the little dirty motel room like a caged animal.
She listens to the tick tack of the clock, and she starts to chew on her nails. It’s a horrible habit she has yet to let go off. Maybe later, after they come back.
She sits down on the bed, only to jump up again. As she turns to pace yet again the floor, she jumps back surprised, because of the man who stands before her. He looks at her, his cold emotionless face looks worried, his coat is bloodied.
She doesn’t stay, doesn’t listen to him, because she needs to get out. She needs to go and find them, help them… Help Dean!
It’s only midnight and yet, it has felt like an eternity since the boys left her. Enough time for yet another apocalypse. And all before the sun came up…! Wohoo
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Dean/Maria (SPN/Roswell), sun
Spoilers: none.
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: Nother Dean/Maria drabble... so, what would the pairing be called... Daria... or Mean? lol... both sound funny! Hehehehe... I wonder if with Maria in tow, the boys would have had the same problems, or would it have been different?
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Nervously she looked to the clock. Only midnight, she told herself. Only midnight. They still had some time until they returned. And no, she wasn’t really going crazy, she was only pacing around the little dirty motel room like a caged animal.
She listens to the tick tack of the clock, and she starts to chew on her nails. It’s a horrible habit she has yet to let go off. Maybe later, after they come back.
She sits down on the bed, only to jump up again. As she turns to pace yet again the floor, she jumps back surprised, because of the man who stands before her. He looks at her, his cold emotionless face looks worried, his coat is bloodied.
She doesn’t stay, doesn’t listen to him, because she needs to get out. She needs to go and find them, help them… Help Dean!
It’s only midnight and yet, it has felt like an eternity since the boys left her. Enough time for yet another apocalypse. And all before the sun came up…! Wohoo