Have a Little Heart"Dean
We shouldn't be here. We should be taking care of that monster." Castiel announced"Cas, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm human. I need food, sleep and
" Dean looked past Cas as he saw two young women "
And some girls" Dean got up."We don't have time for this Dean." Objected Cas.Dean looked back at Cas. "Don't worry; I'll hook you up with the other." Dean left."Dean!" Cas frowned.Dean walked over to the two young girls. One girl had brown eyes, long brown hair, she was about five feet and three inches tall. She was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans and black boots. She was talking to the other girl. The other girl has brown eyes as well, medium length red hair, she was about five feet and six inches tall. She was wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and brown boots.Dean leaned on the bar between the two. "Hello ladies," Dean smiled. "You two have a name?""I'm Nicole, and this is Ellie," Introduced the red-head she continued. "And you are?""I'm Dean...
Wheres my Spider-Man?I'm like Mary Jane Watson. I have red hair, and my initials are M.J.W. There is one thing different between us... I don't have a Spider-Man. So I ask myself;Where's my Spider-Man?I mean all the guys I like/liked are/where always taken... Why can't I find a single guy that will notice me?Where's my Spider-Man?I'm not asking for a lot, I just want a guy that respects me, who will protect me from the "bad guys."Where's my Spider-Man?Everywhere I go I see happy couples, holding hands, kissing, hugging, and smiling. Sure I'm happy for them; it just brings me pain because my crush died... I askWhere's my Spider-Man?I think to myself: "Will I ever find him? What if my Spider-Man isn't real? Let alone if I even have one, will he like me?"Where's my Spider-Man?Where's my Spider-Man?Where's my Spider-Man?
The Pain...I close my eyes, trying to forget my pain...But...All I can think about is my suffering. I pray for it to go away. But... It doesn't, it just gets worse...I... I can't go on knowing that I'm alone and my best friend is in a grave.It's too much. I open my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks.I grab the silver pistol off the table. Its cool to the touch, it gives me the chills.I can't even sleep any more because all I see is him. He smiles at me with a toothy grin. Sometimes I wish I never met him, but then I think of all the fun we had. Playing with " Beanie Babies " on the bus, to playing kickball on the playground. When we went home on the bus we would say 'good bye see ya tomorrow...'I realized.I never said good-bye.Sure I said good-bye when he got off the bus that day, but I never REALLY said my good bye...But I don't have to now. I put the gun up to my head.*bang*
The Embrace"Dean."The older Winchester nearly jumps out of his skin and the room seems to be suddenly thrust into a vacuum of silence, broken only by the echo of his glass as it slips from his fingers and hits the table. His body seems to have turned to jelly, accompanied by stomach butterflies and the sensation of increased blood flow as his heart pounds in his chest at the thought. At the thought of the impossible as it threatens to now become possible.He slowly turns in his seat towards the voice. He isn't sure what he expected to see exactly, but he hears his own sharp intake of breath at the sight that stands just inside the doorway. Sam. Awake. Alive. His throat goes dry and all he can manage to croak out is a raspy "Sam?" in response. After the initial shock and adrenaline rush, Dean rises to his feet and watches his brother approach.He barely has time to turn to face him before the arms of his younger brother wrap around him with such force that it takes his breath away. And Dean can s
Should Have, Could Have, Would HaveHe should have never done it.He could have prevented this whole fricked up thing.He would have had some sort of peace, eventually.He should have let him go.He could have soldiered on, somehow.He would have saved him from crossing the line separating sanity from debilitating madness.He should have listened to Bobby.He could have helped him find his way.He would have survived without his brother.He should have, but couldn't.He could have, but wouldn't.He would have, if he knew that his deal would turn Sam's fate into something far worse than death.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------End.
DozenThey wait, crammed against each other in the dark, a constant and pervasive chill turning their once warm skin to match the temperature of their environment; of ice.They remain silent save for the occasional moment when their surroundings tilt; as one of them stumbles and lists to the side, the clang of their body against the wall left to reverberate through the enclosed space before silence takes hold once more.They wait for the next time the latch will be lifted, signalling the moment when another will be taken.The squeak of a rusty hinge rattles through their confines and the compartment is flooded with light from above. Not a word is spoken as one more of their kind is grabbed roughly by the neck and pulled through the opening so quickly that they barely feel a ray of sunshine before they are again thrust into darkness.They wait. There were a dozen of them when this started; their numbers since have dwindled down to three. The others have gone; have served their purpose and lik