A/N OKAY WHAT THE HELL. It's like the show writers are out to get me or something, because Road Trip seriously did a number on me. I spent the longest time just staring at the end credits with a dropped jaw and I literally couldn't move because they split up again. Why. Just, why. What are you doing, you idiots?! I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW. But, apparently, I can, because here's a mini little blurb thingy that I smashed out in a couple of minutes. It's angsty and shit but whatever. That's par for the course with me. Short teeny little things deserve angst too, y'know. Enjoy! :) ~Sammy
This is, what? A hundred broken mirrors?
He's poison.
That's not it.
He breaks everything- everyone- he touches.
That's not it.
He's the black rot on a tree branch.
That's not it.
He's the taint that stains even the most resilient things.
That's not it.
He's the door without lamb's blood.
That's not it.
He's the warped penny in a ripped pocket.
That's not it.
He's the lost rabbit's foot.
That's not it.
He's the sixth counted crow of death.
That's not it.
He's the albatross, shot and hung around a neck.
That's not it.
He's poison.
That's not it.
That's just it, though.
Dean's not the bad luck.
Sam is.
A/N Woohoo! Sam angst! Yay! *ducks and hides* I'm sorry I'm sorry I had to do it don't kill me please. Let me know what you thought in a review! Even tiny little blurbs deserve feedback, yes? Cheers! :) ~Sammy