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Date: March 25, 2001
Setting: John's Bedroom
Status: Private- Crowley, John, Kit
Summary: Crowley has a nightmare
Hands.
Large and bloodied.
Gripping, tearing.
Claws.
Sharp and sinister.
Shredding, slicing.
Pain.
Crowley awoke in a cold sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, breathing heavily. Pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, he tried to push the images - memories - out. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
With a groan, the demon rolled out of bed, throwing on his trousers and a white collared shirt, but not bothering to tuck it in or even button it all the way. Hair tousled, eyes uncovered, and feet bare, he padded through the bathroom toward the only person who could help right now. He pushed open the door.
"John?"
Setting: John's Bedroom
Status: Private- Crowley, John, Kit
Summary: Crowley has a nightmare
Hands.
Large and bloodied.
Gripping, tearing.
Claws.
Sharp and sinister.
Shredding, slicing.
Pain.
Crowley awoke in a cold sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, breathing heavily. Pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, he tried to push the images - memories - out. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
With a groan, the demon rolled out of bed, throwing on his trousers and a white collared shirt, but not bothering to tuck it in or even button it all the way. Hair tousled, eyes uncovered, and feet bare, he padded through the bathroom toward the only person who could help right now. He pushed open the door.
"John?"