Fic: it fit me like a glove (1/1, FR13)
Title: it fit me like a glove
Author: Emony
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al.
Spoilers: All up to and including 2x17.
Summary: The girl on the ceiling, looking down the barrel of a gun. The boy dreams.
Notes: Apparently this is what stress, bizarre sleep patterns, headaches, presentations and brain killing lectures do to me. I'm sorry.
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The girl on the ceiling was Mary, was Jessica, was a hundred, a thousand different women he had yet to meet, he would never meet, he would always see.
The girl on the ceiling was blonde, was brunette, was auburn.
The girl on the ceiling was tall, was short, was somewhere in between.
The girl on the ceiling screamed in pain, in fear, in knowledge of what was to come, of what had been, of all that would always be.
The girl on the ceiling burned, from the inside out, from above, from below.
The girl on the ceiling
***
The boy on the bed woke.
***
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was Jo, was Maddie, was a hundred, a thousand different women he had yet to meet, he would never meet, he would always see.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was blonde, was brunette, was auburn.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was tall, was short, was somewhere in between.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was in pain, in fear, in knowledge of what was to come, of what had been, of all that would always be.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun
***
The boy in the impala woke.
***
The prey was hunted, was taunted, was disposed of.
The prey was ghost, was vampire, was werewolf.
The prey was evil, was all knowing, was supernatural.
The prey
***
The boy was burning, was shooting, was hitting.
The boy was screaming, was hurting, was confused.
The boy was in pain, in fear, in knowledge of what was to come, of what had been, of all that would always be.
The boy was breathing gasoline.
The boy had a scream last night.
The boy
***
The demon laughed.
***
She was on fire last night...
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night...
And it fit me like a glove
I had a scream last night...
Lord above!! - Whatever (I Had A Dream) - Butthole Surfers.
Author: Emony
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al.
Spoilers: All up to and including 2x17.
Summary: The girl on the ceiling, looking down the barrel of a gun. The boy dreams.
Notes: Apparently this is what stress, bizarre sleep patterns, headaches, presentations and brain killing lectures do to me. I'm sorry.
***
The girl on the ceiling was Mary, was Jessica, was a hundred, a thousand different women he had yet to meet, he would never meet, he would always see.
The girl on the ceiling was blonde, was brunette, was auburn.
The girl on the ceiling was tall, was short, was somewhere in between.
The girl on the ceiling screamed in pain, in fear, in knowledge of what was to come, of what had been, of all that would always be.
The girl on the ceiling burned, from the inside out, from above, from below.
The girl on the ceiling
***
The boy on the bed woke.
***
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was Jo, was Maddie, was a hundred, a thousand different women he had yet to meet, he would never meet, he would always see.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was blonde, was brunette, was auburn.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was tall, was short, was somewhere in between.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun was in pain, in fear, in knowledge of what was to come, of what had been, of all that would always be.
The girl looking down the barrel of a gun
***
The boy in the impala woke.
***
The prey was hunted, was taunted, was disposed of.
The prey was ghost, was vampire, was werewolf.
The prey was evil, was all knowing, was supernatural.
The prey
***
The boy was burning, was shooting, was hitting.
The boy was screaming, was hurting, was confused.
The boy was in pain, in fear, in knowledge of what was to come, of what had been, of all that would always be.
The boy was breathing gasoline.
The boy had a scream last night.
The boy
***
The demon laughed.
***
She was on fire last night...
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night...
And it fit me like a glove
I had a scream last night...
Lord above!! - Whatever (I Had A Dream) - Butthole Surfers.