Blood. Everywhere. On my clothes, on my skin, on the floor, just everywhere.
I have no clue where I am. I just know that I'm bleeding out, I'm dying. Why is it so hot? Where's sammy? How did I get wherever here is?
*flashback*
"Oh com'on sammy. It's just a simple hunt." I whine as Sam just sits on the bed of our motel room. "No Dean. We have no clue what we could even be facing. I don't have a laptop to look it up and I doubt that the library will have anything on 'werewolves getting killed with three stakes to the neck and having their limbs cut off after being skinned alive'," he protested, giving me his number one bïtch face. He does have a point but I'm gonna mess with him just a little longer. "Just go to the library and look it up on google," I say smirking "no need for books"
*end of flashback *
Ok, I have to get out of here. I stand up but I'm dizzy. Really dizzy. Oh god I'm loosing too much blood. Ok so I can't walk.... I get down on my hands and knees. At least I can move without worrying about falling over. Oh dear god, where the hell's Sammy? My mind was racing, everything was spinning, and I lay here dying worrying about sam.
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Another Day in Hell
Novela JuvenilThis story will feature a broken man and his angle. His name… Dean Winchester. Yes, this story does feature destiel but it will be mostly fluff and not that much smut. I hope you enjoy my first story. Lots of love.
