E/O Challenge. Prompt: Cover and variations. I am late yet again. I am always late. For everything. My mother says I'm going to be late for my own funeral. I sure hope so.
Death: Aren't you dead?
Dreadedfemale: Uh no?
Death: Yeah I think your supposed to be dead. Hang on….
Dreadedfemale: *kicks death in the knee* Haha! Catch me if you can!
Death: *face palm* Oy.
So I don't own the boys but if anybody out there wants to gift them to me……
This is one of several, all different shapes and sizes so go ahead and try them on you're sure to find one that fits!
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Under the cover of a rain-soaked, cloud-shrouded November night Sam Winchester ran. He ran with a fluid grace and loose-limbed agility uncommon in someone of his height and build.
He ran from shadow to shadow in quick bursts.
Through brush thick with needle sharp thorns.
Past homes dark with sleepers dreaming innocent dreams.
On and on he ran chest heaving, blood singing in his ears.
Heart playing out an age old symphony.
He didn't look back.
Didn't look to either side.
Just put his head down a broken record skipping deep inside.
"Move, move, move…."
Sam Winchester ran.
And hell followed.