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canecieco in onoratalogs

staring at the asphalt; OPEN TO ALL

Oct 12, 2008 20:38

WHO: Dean and Sam Winchester, streetwalkers or police.
WHAT: The boys crash.
WHERE: Downtown Reggio Calabria - intersection.
WHEN: Day 153 - 18:50 PM (6:50)

( Your palms are sweaty and I'm barely listening. )

sam winchester, lulu, adam monroe, dean winchester

Comments 4

chasing_fury October 13 2008, 03:44:46 UTC

Lulu wasn't a streetwalker--and as she would often and quite vocally insist she never had been even in the desperate time immediately after she'd left the family--but she was walking down the street that night, dressed in her version of a t-shirt and jeans that was as close as she would ever get to pink ( ... )

oh_immortal October 14 2008, 03:57:49 UTC

It was nearing on seven o'clock at night, and whatever possessed Adam to go pick up the drycleaning at that hour was beyond him. Arriving there, the place was obviously closed and he cursed to himself because another plan of his? Thwarted. He had dropped off a couple of Peter's dry-clean-only items a few days ago and he had wanted to surprise him with having that done and waiting whenever he stopped feeding his soul to the vampiric force that was work ( ... )

ribellarsi October 21 2008, 04:53:27 UTC

Sam wasn't aware of anything for what felt like the longest time. There was warm, comforting darkness encompassing his entire being, like the baby blanket he never really had. It was nice.

Then it was over.

As quickly as it was brought on, Sam's eyes snapped open, bloodshot and panicked. He could hear his heart in his ears, a faint, but steady rhythm and he felt a sticky liquid coating the right side of his face; the scent of copper and burning metal too overpowering to do anything but gasp. His eyes darted to each side, taking in Dean's battered form, using all of his power to lean over towards him.

"Dean," he tried, nudging at his shoulder weakly. "Dean!"

He shot out an arm when the door opened, his fist closing around fabric before rasping out, "Get him out."

With that, his head flopped back against the ruined upholstery; the top of the impala ripped open under the starry, Italian sky.

canecieco November 7 2008, 00:06:10 UTC

Dean was not aware at all. The crash was sudden and dangerous. Damaging the entire side of the Impala yet somehow Sam was conscious and Dean was not. His head was slumped against the wheel -- thankfully the seat belt saved him from being projected forward whatever something feet (Sam's girl scout safety tricks proved useful after all). There was blood in his ears, his nose, his mouth, and bruises all over him from the harsh impact.

He heard distant shouting somewhere in his subconscious, but he did not have the strength to wake up or respond.