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Dying To Dance: Chapter 1
Dying To Dance
It was a cool autumn evening, the stars shone brightly and the auburn trees rustled in the breeze. The night was a velvety black illuminated by a vivid harvest moon, visible through the giant dome-shaped window embedded into the lavish ceiling.
The ivory floor underfoot was so highly polished it resembled more of an ice rink as several hundred pairs of feet swept across it and dozens more sat down at tables, laughing, talking, sulking...
Lillith, an exceptionally pretty girl of 17, was slumped at an elegant table set with silver knives and forks, several empty champagne glasses lay discarded next to the female- though she was none too fond of the stuff, Luska had a fetish for it.
This is soooo boring the demon thought, drumming Lil's fingers. Shush! Be patient! It's not every day you get invited to an undead ball she hissed back, placing one hand over the other to stop it from moving. You're bored too he s
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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