forest, a beautiful girl in the bed and a nice fire in the fireplace. Everything was like in those movies, romantic comedy suddenly turns into a bad horror film series b. O gore, or ... Just remember something huge come through a window and blood, blood everywhere (and those desperate cries to accompany you on all the nightmares of his life.) It was not his, or at least not all that covered the walls and dripping from the bed. The girl was not so beautiful ... it was not, so to speak. He could not mourn, lament failed his death because what I was ripping the heart seemed to be his girlfriendhad noticed him. A cry, not yours, an order and ducked just in time for the shot. The next thing I know is that a girl, shotgun and pistol in hand, orders him to go fuck out of there before going to death with that bug.
And so we return to the point where the forest squatting and the sound of her own heart pumping respiracióny as the only sound. Sound On another occasion it would seem trivial, but now seems rock and roll all milk and scandalous material.
A touch on the shoulder will freeze your blood and does not want but starts screaming hysterically until a punch (not a claw, or Maws not ...) on the face and see what shakes stars. - Damn! "Complained, and now holding the nose to plug the bleeding is the owner of the fist with one of the best forehands that has ever received. The same armed girl before, but was worse off than some "minutes? Hours? The shirt and plaid shirt that bears are almost shredded, short dark hair and blood revolt in the face and hands. -if you stopped screaming like a pussy would be appreciated, I think there is more but you never know-and that's the only excuse you will receive for the fist.
- What & Illip, what ... was that thing? "as if knowing it do him any good. -A werewolf-no, not doing any good .- back, "You better hide the ball was just thinking about-to put some clothes, or would be because I was in underpants half of the forest, and call the police. "I can not call the police, could not.
- Why? "Because he could not, not really. Definitely not. "Because I was cheating, and often final fucking shit. -Ups. Baby you're screwed because you do not come with me or joke "He puts the gun in the back of his pants ("Elo was that was pretty sexy in a woman?) gun on his shoulder and begins to walk without even looking at it. You can not leave it there! You can not, right?
- Do not leave me here! - It seems that it is proposed - at least accompany me to the car! She stops, turns, looks and tired sighs. They say a lot about what does the path of "walking" back to the cabañay when they have to hide behind the bushes. Begins to dawn and is a fucking car rangers at the gate had to walk around on patrol or something and heard the shots. Shit. CHTMLXquest, werewolves? Yes, uh, what else?
Well perhaps more precious because of 72 blue Buick, which finally arrive, parked on the side of a road less accessible, has a false bottom in the trunk loaded to the brim. A whole arsenal of war, and rosaries. What the hell do the rosary in the middle of all this? Another question about that and it will blow your brains out. Montan. AC / DC wheel screams as they burn out of there without looking back.
It'sa long way to the top if ya want to rock and roll ... *****
The sun is lowin heaven when he finally stops (the daughter of ... has not stopped when he has said he peed, it has not addressed a single word throughout the trip). The outskirts of a town less traveled, a garage attached to a roadside bar and in front of a small-time motel. Enter the bar and yells all that is out of place. And you're almost naked. The music stops, the conversations are silenced, stop eating, drinking, laughing and watching them come alert to any movement.
- Frank! Dale trousers useless even at this, "cries the girl the guy behind the bar. A gray-haired man slightly larger, about 50, which can be observedvar (to reach the bar) is missing three fingers on one hand. Masy nods without saying anything away through a door behind the bar. A waitress at the age of such Frank, regordetita and face to be the nicest woman on any other occasion, approaches them.
-MJ-and whispers something into the ear of the girl. You should assume that is called MJ, is progress. He sits on a stool while MJ disappears through the same door with a brief Frank: Do not even move. Gradually
people return to eating and drinking but not eye removed at any time. Can you feel a most uncomfortable? Well you can, but that still does not know. ****
Log in almacény go through the door that connects the bar with the workshop. There, under a car, grease everywhere and Metallica in the background, very nearly as he left.
The man comes out from under and look at all fury in her green eyes. Blond hair and gray painted in strong arms but they say you do not ever mess with him.
"Well ..." Mary started to say, but the silent look for any excuse that may have been invented throughout the night. Only happens say, short and bowing his head not my blood.
- "And that for me I can already happy?" His voice is pure anger and she wants to shrink content on its own, because if somethingNone of the wimp who call themselves hunters who come to this bar does not want to hunt with me do not mean you can not do it! And it would be even nicer if I dejases go hunting with Uncle Sam and you more often! "Both scream and donkey none low, none giving budge and that" comes to the greyhound breed "
- But that does not entitle you to go hunting alone! You have nothing to prove! If your mother were here you would drown in their own hands ...! "And now shrinking if it hurts, this trip has given him full. He notices this and goes to her, (breathes, looks, breathes, calm) hugs and despiteto compress and ... (well, that's another story), so when they perched on his neck his suit dirty mud dried blood and no choice but to embrace him sighing relieved to see it all and safe .- Jumma-clears throat Now you tell me why we need a guy half naked in the bar?
*** Enter the bar laughing at the prospect of a boy running and running from a werewolf middle of a forest in his underwear to see the big picture but the laughter to them all at once. The boy in underwear
now bears pants (have to ask her name, calling him "boy in his underwear" does not believe to be good educacJan holding her arm tightly-
What the hell ... "You can not do it, Sam.
- Castiel?
And here comments on the SPN Season 6
Firstly, the tribe of Campbell, I mean, what?! Can a group "family" have more pint of bad that the very ill? Please! if disguise worse than Ruby!
The Sam Cani-car ... thanks to all the angels and archangels of heaven (well, only the good ones) for making it charged Castiel. No, is that an ugly car. Cohon. Sam
paid whores. S
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