Sorry, sorry, sorry, so SORRY!
Its been way too long since I posted and its going to be a bit longer. For anyone whose read Do or Die, you kinda know why.
Well, now the sequel won't leave me alone. So needless to say, there is little time for this story.
But I promise, it is not ending and I'm not leaving it behind. Oh no. Not until its completed.
But I am putting it on hiatus for a while, at least until I finish the sequel to Do or Die (right now tentatively titled "Let Me Fall").
Thanks to all of you who read, and I'm so so so sorry.
If you stick with me, I'll send you virtual hugs and cookies, because who doesn't love those?
Oh, and a little teaser for y'all as well. : ) Enjoy
Dean gasped loudly as he came back to himself and flew into a coughing fit. Sam was right there with water and a hand on his back.
"What the hell just happened?" Sam yelled angrily. Dean shook his head and took a slow sip of the water.
"I… I don't know." He whispered.
"Don't lie to me, Dean! You just had some sort of… attack or something. Don't sit there and lie to me!"
"I'm not lying, Sam!" Dean yelled. "I don't know what happened, all right?" He wiped at his nose.
Damn, like he needed a cold on top of everything.
But his hand wasn't covered in snot, like he had unpleasantly expected. Instead, there was a streak of red across the back of his hand.
Not good.
Dean looked at his brother who was staring at the blood on Dean's hand. "Come on." Sam whispered gruffly, helping Dean out of bed. "I need to go talk to Dad."
"He speaks in single syllables, Sam. What answers could he possibly give you?"
"More than you've given me." Sam said coldly as he grabbed his coat and put it on. "Grab your coat and meet me at the car."
Sam left angrily and Dean sighed heavily.
Not only was his "plan" falling apart… it seemed like maybe he was too.
And that vision? What a bitch first of all, it felt like his head was broken in two. The worst part?
Aimee was in danger.
I hope that can tide you all over for a while.
Oh, and if you thought Do or Die was a tearjerker... I almost cried making notes for the sequel while on my trip. lol. I'm way overly emotional lately for some personal reasons... and its coming out on my writing. And if this Friday ends up being the worst day of my life (which it more than 90 likely is going to be) expect more and more tragic one shots. It will keep me from doing stupid things.
So, please, please, please be patient with me. I'm trying, I promise.
(hugs) Kena