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This is what happens when you listen to sad music while it's dark and rainy outside. Four drabbles!!
Title : Taken from the world
She's Ellen’s little girl. That’s the first thought that goes through his head as he sits there holding her. She was so brave, so strong. Now she’s tenderly slipping away from him. He’s trying not to look at the blood flowing from the back of her head, staining his hands, matting her soft blond hair. He whispers stupid little words into her ear, comforting her, comforting him. He watches as she breathes one last time. He stays with her a little while longer before he picks her up and silently carries her over to the Impala. He’s taking her home.
Title : Nights of winter rain
The rain is making funny patterns in the neon reflected in the motel room’s window. Dean brushes his hand over his short cropped hair and down his face, feeling the week’s worth of growth there. He lets his hand fall down onto his lap, shifting the corner of the sheet covering him. He’s tired. So tired. He doesn’t want to leave, but he has to get up now. Put on his cloths and walk out to the car, turn it north and not look back. The sheets russle behind him and Jo sighs as the turns around in her sleep.
Title : When their eyes meet
Dean’s cursing the busted radiator. Jo isn’t. She’s been praying for something to break on that damn car. It’s the only thing that can force Dean to take a break from the constant searching. She wants to find Sam, really she does. But now they’re stuck here until the parts arrive and this is her chance. She wishes she had a camera for the look on Dean’s face when he opens the motel door and finds her sitting on the bed cleaning the guns. Naked. A slow smile starts to spread across his face as he silently closes the door.
Title : When I hold you naked
Jo’s looking up into the night sky, letting the rain mingle with the tears running down her cheeks. The icy water chills her to the bone. Only her centre is still hot, still pulsing. She thought this was what she wanted. That if she got him to fuck her, he would feel it too. Instead she was forced to finally realise the truth. Little by little it sunk in as his hard fingers found her, as his rough lips bruised her. She tells it to the hidden moon as from behind his arms fold around her. He doesn’t love me.
Author : Joans23
Rating : R
Paring : Dean/Jo