A/N: Written for the DEW challenge over on LiveJournal. The challenge this week was to write a drabble from the POV of an inanimate object. I chose to one of Dean's homemade bullets.
ROUND ABOUT
By: Vanessa Sgroi
He loved me. Once anyway. He did! Maybe for a minute or five.
He picked me up. Whispered sweet nothings to me as he admired my smoothness and shine. Okay, that may have been a blessing he whispered, but it sure sounded like sweet nothings to me. Then he filled me. Fingered me from head to, well, butt. Such a delicate touch he has. Eventually he put a special stamp on my bottom before caressing me all over one final time.
That's when I knew I was special. That I was destined to do something pretty important with my life.
FIN
