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Set during the second season...so pure speculation. I do hope dear Mr Kripke won't torture the lovely boys!boys!boys! the way the fans have a fondness for...
And why does freaked-Dean appeal to me so...? ;)
Thank You to all who read, all who comment.
'Tis a pleasure in itself to see word-weaving like this appreciated... :)
SHARDS, SHREDS, SCRAPS
Alone
by
Sade Lyrate
The world swung slightly as he shot up only to lean his head against his hand with a grunt, happy to remain a moment more on his ass.
What the hell happened?
He blinked a few times at the vision of a purple-clad room, slivers of recollection slipping in and out of his mind.
The news.
The dull look in Sam's eyes.
The heat of disagreement.
The argument that turned to words he didn't like.
Words like
'Demon', 'want', 'me'. 'Simple'.
Then...
"Damn it", he choked out, fears roughing his voice, turning it too close to a sob as he realized the room was empty, his jaw still hurt.
Hell of a rain check.
Sam was gone.
Alone.