113: Route 666

[tahirire]

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[doylescordy]

Dean: Wake me up when it's my turn to drive.

[monicawoe]

Sam: I bet she kicked your ass a couple times. What’s interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she’s not looking, she checks you out when you look away. It’s just an interesting observation. In a, you know, observationally interesting way.

[wynefred]

Cassie: Why didn't you tell me?
Mrs. Robinson: I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect.

I Protect Him

[themonkeytwin]

I am steel and chrome, rubber and grease, fuel and fire, speed and release

Re: I Protect Him

[tahirire]

This one made me cry. Luckily I just bought kleenex the other day, so it's all good. ♥

Re: I Protect Him

[themonkeytwin]

Thank you! I do not know where this one came from, but the Impala suddenly told me how it should start, and then Sam told me how it should end. Apt, no? ❤

[wynefred]

Dean: Yeah, I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway?

Raised

[poestheblackcat]

Pain. Horror. Winchester. Death. Winchester. Winchester. Why didn’t you help me? Winchester. Got me killed. Winchester. Got my sister killed. You’re gonna pay, Winchester.

One moment, she’s nine and sitting on the floor of the living room in her childhood home, playing Barbies with her little sister.

In the next, she’s in agony, pulled out of Heaven--yanked out--and she’s writhing and screaming as she falls down, down to earth. The world explodes in white-hot pain as she hits the ground. She remembers being thrown out of a seventh-floor window and the thought crosses her mind that that didn’t nearly hurt as much as this does.

She’s staring up at the sky, stars twinkling down at her and she screams.

She screams her pain and anguish at being ripped down from Paradise and dragged back down to earth, to misery, to the grief of suddenly knowing that Amy, her darling baby sister, is dead. She’d slit her own wrists, killed herself, after seeing her only sister’s broken body lying still on the cold metal table at the morgue

Re: Raised

[tahirire]

Ack!

Epic Meg pov. I like. :D

Re: Raised

[poestheblackcat]

Thanks!

[wynefred]

Cassie: I thought it was what you wanted.
Dean: Well, it wasn't.