Disclaimer: One day, I will rule the world, and everyone will bow before me, and I will buy the rights…but that day is not today.
Warnings: Same as before, and maybe some disturbing imagery?
March, 27, 2012
St. Michael's Facility for the Mentally Unstable, Room 7, Left wing
It hurt. The agonizing drag of needed oxygen burned his lungs, and singed his nostrils. His eyes teared up, dripping blood down his tanned cheeks. He slowly clenches his hands deep into the Texas soil, and tried to steady the spinning world. His head pounded in time with his heart. He felt the slow tickle of blood drizzling from his ears, his stomach heaved, and he emptied it near his head.
The scent rose strongly in the air, and he steadied himself on all four of his limbs. He tossed his head back, as if to howl at the full moon hanging above him, but what came out of his sharp-toothed mouth was no animal sound. It was a name, clear on the night breeze.
"DEANNNNNNNNN!"
I awoke in a cold sweat. He was coming. If only I knew who he was. But, unfortunately, I did know what he wanted. He wanted Dean. Well, he wasn't going to get him, not if I had anything to say about it! I turned my head to look at the peacefully sleeping man whose seed still had traces in my mouth. I swallowed and sighed. He, whoever he was, would not get Dean. I would save this man, for reasons I didn't know and didn't want to know, I would save this man, and let the rest of this world burn…
TBC…
AN: Just a really short Harry POV to show what all's happening. We seem to be getting into the meat of the matter, duckies, so buckle up, this could be a freaking Six Flags worthy ride! Also, as it seems right now, we're looking at some polyamory here, y'all. How does Dean/Sam/Castiel/Harry sound to you guys out there, hmm? Review and tell me, okay?
