For some reason I'm fidgety today. I can't settle down to writing or betaing properly, but
lazy-daze will have my ass if I don't hit today's word target. And I daren't sit down and watch Pushing Daisies until I hit it. So I'm dragging out that good old one sentence meme again. The one that I feel free to interpret as one sentence, one drabble, one
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He sees it in his dreams, some nights. They always start out happy and end the same way, Jess pinned on the ceiling and crying out silently for help, while blood drips on his baby's lips and Sam lies there and does nothing.
Him and Dean, that's all there is these days, and maybe it's for the best.
He still lingers, though, and watches.
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That was beautiful babe.
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As for the heartbreak, retribution, for all the angsty fic you've posted and broken my heart with!
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Haha, angst is totally me default setting. I know it kinda puts some people off, but I have such a hard time writing happy stuff. It's WEIRD. *sigh*
But if you want to battle this out, I will angst you so hard it makes your teeth cry ;)
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