Medulla
Creeno
More from my weird brain, Icelandic music, weird movies and avoidance of finals. Kindly review. It makes me happy. [:
sæglópur
«lost at sea»
He's John and Mary's son one moment.
The next, he belongs to Azazel, drinks his blood as a babe and cries.
Blink.
Dean tells him to wake up, time to go, help another person.
Dean is home, love, comfort, brother.
He falls.
Blink.
He's seven and his knee is skinned, but he has to get back to the hotel, give Dean his birthday gift.
He makes his way back, and quietly slips the package into Dean's hand.
He knows Dean's pretending to be asleep, but it still makes him feel better.
He goes to bed with a smile.
Blink.
He's twenty-three, watching his girlfriend roast on the ceiling and he can't move.
He opens his mouth to scream, but only chokes on fire, draws in demon blood and he can't shut his mouth, it's too much, he can't refuse it, can'tcan'tcan't-----
Blink.
Dean's shaking him, telling him to wake up, time to go, help another person.
He's John and Mary's boy again.
He's safe.
If I continue this, more or less, each'll be a standalone. [: