Disclaimer: Still just borrowing Kripke's pretty toys.
A/N: Drabble Challenge! My cohorts (or the most up-to-date list I have…): Enkidu07,Mad Server, Onyx Moonbeam, IheartSam7, deangirl1, Nana56, PA Davis, supernaturalsammy67, NC Girl, Muffy Morrigan, Supernoodle, SherryDarling, mahtalie
A/N2: So a bunch of people thought my house-keeping all the drabbles into one story, meant that the would BE one story. So… I took that as a challenge… so this is a continuation from chapter 1. You may also notice that I've incorporated previous drabble words – just because I can… and the phrase of the week twice….
Phrase: It comes on slow.
Word Count: 100 on the nose.
It comes on slow.
The feeling of gravity and the world beneath him. The ground is hard, grass beneath his cheek. Clammy skin.
Wind ghosts over the other cheek.
He can hear the wind. Well a breeze anyway. The leaves are rustled by it. There are birds. And bugs.
The smell of earth, his own sweat. Something coppery.
There is copper in his mouth too.
It's dark. His eyes are shut. He'd open them if they didn't weigh a ton.
Lashes flutter. Open less than abruptly.
Green. Brown. Earth and trees.
Sensation comes on slow.
Pain.
It comes on slow.
A/N: So? Should I keep stringing these puppies together? I think that I am now officially a freak….