Drabble on John's death. Rock on John, you were a badass character. :love:
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The clock strikes.
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It all goes cold within the room, the song plays endlessly in a faint lullaby that refuses to end without the entrance of a murderous yell from the barrel of a colt. It all seemed endless to the point that he couldn't sit up to listen to the rest of the strange whisper.
What was the completion he could live for?
The footsteps echoed coming closer as the man retreated from the bed. The footsteps kept steady as the timing seemed almost perfect as the man raised the gun towards his head.
Almost perfect.
Dean could only sit there, encased in a moment he wouldn't want to relive. He would never relive it.
A splash broke the senses with a son's cry of a lost soul.
It had been done. Traded in blood of the cursed families.
Even still, forever passed within the moments.
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The clock struck once
more.
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Time would not wait for them; Heaven would not wait for them.
The equilibrium would not stay in place forever.
If you truly wanted something… close your eyes and move on.
If you truly needed it….
Close your eyes…. and speed up.
Credits for the quote in the summary. Witch Hunter Robin.