When I have a thought, even if it's a small one, I try to expand it, curve it to my appeal, hopefully this appeals to you
Disclaimer: I own nothing only the oc's this is set shortly after caged heat, instead of finding death; Dean goes on a hunt alone
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Water dripped from the pipe hanging above her, the metal olden aged shackles around her wrists; rubbed the skin raw, and were caked over in mud and flaking dried blood.
A small stream of light filtered in from under a door too far away to properly see, to even attempt to reach, the creaky stairway of wood, now a taunting promise.
Dull emerald eyes seemed to stare at the beam of light, with no hope, no speck of a prayer. Nothing just emptiness; just like the silence in the air. The silence now broken with a bone vibrating scream; the gem like eyes lowered its clouded surface now focused on the ground she couldn't see
Three months, two days, and six hours, no help
She shifted the chains clinking around her and leaned against the grimy wall. The ceiling creaked and groaned as the screaming died off. Closing her eyes she swallowed hard.
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