Title: forever feels like home
Disclaimer: all mine. Title from "Through Glass" by Stone Sour.
Warnings: spoilers for "Devil's Trap" and "In My Time Of Dying"
Pairings: OMC/OFC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Notes: After Tessa healed Dean… where did his wounds go?
His name is John Smith. He's nineteen and six two, with black hair and green eyes.
And he's dying, bleeding out into the rain.
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His girlfriend's name is Annabelle Farmer. They've been dating for two years, five months, twelve days, and sixteen hours. He loves making her smile, loves tickling her till she begs for mercy. He's been thinking about asking her to marry him—would, if he didn't know she'd refuse him, citing that they're too young.
He's got two brothers and a sister; Kevin's older by five years, Nate's younger by four, and Torie is his twin, three minutes younger.
His parents have been married for nigh on half a century, and look to be married for another half.
And he's dying, as his intestines are shredded and his bones shatter.
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He's on his way to Annabelle's, to study for a major test in their one shared class. They'd have probably studied for about thirty minutes and then made out.
He has lunch planned with Kevin tomorrow, and a movie date with Torie—she wants to watch Fellowship of the Ring, though he's thinking about a D horror movie called Devour.
And he's dying, as his lungs collapse.
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The wheels spin, the car groans, and the tree stands firm.
Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the radio still plays—"Bad Moon Rising."
He thinks about Dad's strong grip, Annabelle's kiss, Mama's hug, Kevin's laugh, Nate's smile, and Torie's eyes, Torie's warmth. Annabelle's love.
And he's dying, eyes wide open.
