Well, as I said long ago crossed my mind to do a sort of spin off when I watch the 5 th of SPN, especially after learning that at first would be the last and caput (ohgranchuck, I appreciate this 6th season as rain in May *_*). So I started to link, write here and there with an overdose of SamandDean impressive, with lots of bows and dramatic ideas and not how they will end up floating around in my head.
And this was how this preface, I was not going to be this, but I crossed the track today miece the truth and confronts her. But the hero now only drinks, awash in blue. Ask your account and ignores the waitress's cleavage. It's time to get out of there.
and a broken mirror on the wall, broken into pieces ...
over a motel room. Worn paper on the walls, dim light that barely illuminates the room, a moldy bathroom with a door does not close and a broken mirror on the wall. Face is rinsed with water and is not recognized in the distorted reflection. His face on a thousand thousand makes a sharper pain. Without washing at all, just wanting to disappear takes refuge in marginallyou; eve bed sheets.
the skin where I hid all that heat ...
is where the memory is unbearable. At every touch of the fabric against your skin remember, vividly, with painful reality all the warmth, security, commitment, sweat and blood pacts. Sam. Sam. Sammy. Silent tears accompany him on the night of insomnia and memories, and cold souls desajadas surrounding vacuum.
And the actress knows what to do, he understood who was naked, wearing bitch today ...
today wears the king bitch ...
been two years and his jacket still felt good, the suspension never took it off. The Impala returns to purr andno passenger complaining about the music ... And he knows there are only a small difference in your heart, never in his soul. Now there is another passenger, who sleeps without fear in the back seat, between cushions and linen sky blue.
Nobody believes him, nobody believes it, no one believes him, no one believes ...
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