Lukewarm By Parisindy Word Count: 145…went a bit long sorry Spoilers: mild but if you squint you can see it so its up to you DISCLAIMER: No money was received or exchanged. I do not own Supernatural or any of its Characters. This is purely for fun.
++++ I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate -- it's apathy. It's not giving a damn. - Leo Buscaglia ++++
Dean stood in the grungy hotel shower, the lukewarm water doing little to dispatch the ache between his shoulders.
Sammy banged at the door, with a heavy fist of impatience. ‘Dean we got to go!’
‘Coming,’ he shouted back but did little to hurry. He just couldn’t find the energy to move faster. Maybe ‘Famine’ was right. He was already dead, Apathy his new best friend.
He pulled back the shower curtain and jumped when Cas handed him the towel.
‘Hey!’
The Angel met his eyes unblinking. ‘The demon’s are on the move, we must hurry.’
‘I know! Sheesh, personal space!’
Cas blinked, ‘Sorry’ and in a flash he was gone again.
Dean sighed, the war would go on with or without them, and he was just so damned tired. But he was his father’s son, and didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘stop.’
By Parisindy
Word Count: 145…went a bit long sorry
Spoilers: mild but if you squint you can see it so its up to you
DISCLAIMER: No money was received or exchanged.
I do not own Supernatural or any of its Characters.
This is purely for fun.
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I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate -- it's apathy. It's not giving a damn. - Leo Buscaglia
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Dean stood in the grungy hotel shower, the lukewarm water doing little to dispatch the ache between his shoulders.
Sammy banged at the door, with a heavy fist of impatience. ‘Dean we got to go!’
‘Coming,’ he shouted back but did little to hurry. He just couldn’t find the energy to move faster. Maybe ‘Famine’ was right. He was already dead, Apathy his new best friend.
He pulled back the shower curtain and jumped when Cas handed him the towel.
‘Hey!’
The Angel met his eyes unblinking. ‘The demon’s are on the move, we must hurry.’
‘I know! Sheesh, personal space!’
Cas blinked, ‘Sorry’ and in a flash he was gone again.
Dean sighed, the war would go on with or without them, and he was just so damned tired. But he was his father’s son, and didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘stop.’
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