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Seb the CatJim had decided to sleep in that day. The curtains on his four-poster bed were drawn, and he was dozing peacefully in the velvety darkness. He sighed, stirring ever so slightly, moving over a bit, and curling up into a gangly ball.
A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares. The curtains were moving. He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.
"Whasssssthifss " he mumbled.
He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open. Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head and quickly drawing a knife from under his goose-feather pillow. "What the hell?!"
A tall man loomed, casting a long shadow across the king-sized bed. Jim was suddenly assaulted by what appeared to be a young man's body, oozing blood. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jim screame
Roadside DinerSam shifted on the barstool, grimacing. "You calling him?" he said, poking his mostly wilted salad around with his fork.
"Dude, don't pick at your food, you're not seven anymore," Dean shot back, pacing a little as he held his cellphone to his ear. "And yeah, I- Cas? Hey, buddy, we need you to get your ass over to- What? No, don't do that, of course she was freaked out, you can't just tell someone that their grandmother is resting peacefully, people don't say things like that to people they don't know "
Sam grinned a little, continuing to stab and push around his salad. Dean rolled his eyes. "What is with angels, man?" he whispered. "No, Cas, I wasn't talking to you, I was Okay, look, we're over at Red Hot Diner off the interstate near-"
There was a flutter of wings, and Cas was suddenly standing in between Sam and Dean. The very small space in between Sam and Dean. Dean immedi
PerditionThe heat was searing, the air thick with ash and soot and screams. His body whirled through the long strings of rusted chains, a body of light in the midst of darkness.
Find him. The orders had been clear. Simple and sweet, so different from how the task was actually turning out.
Angels weren't supposed to be in Hell.
Castiel searched, his mind determined and pulsing. His squadron was still clumped together, but their numbers had lessened. From time to time, a horde of demonic smoke would hurl itself into their midst, interrupting their mission.
As they sped onwards, going deeper and deeper into the fire and the darkness, one such horde flanked them. One demon came straight at Castiel, a cruel blade emerging as a semi-corporeal body formed from the dust. Castiel instinctively turned and brandished his own sword, the holy light that made up his body clenching together into matter.
The demon, vaguely humanoid no
I Dreamt of WaterI dreamt of water
Cool and clear
No bubbles rose
No soul was near
We met again
Inside the lake
Where flowers bloom
Three mermaids take
This love of mine
From my arms
His hair so fine
His lips so warm
Before my eyes
They took a knife
And fashioned him
A marine life
A cloud of red
Rose from his lips
And scales did spread
From his white hips
His hair grew thick
Like knotted rope
His lips grew cold
As he lost hope
They say he drowned
Slipped that day
Into the water
And there he lays
But I know better
Because, you see,
I dreamt of water
And mermaids three
After the Fall"I've been expecting you," came a voice from behind the high-backed chair.
Sebastian Moran stopped in the doorway, his heavy coat only half off.
"Knock it off, Jim, I've had a hard day," he muttered, shaking off the other coat sleeve and kicking off his boots.
"Oh, the little soldier had a tough day," the voice cooed sarcastically.
Sebastian hung up the coat, frowning slightly. The suicide had gone off without a hitch, so why did he have this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach?
"You kind of left me up there. Could've let me know I could disengage?"
The voice was silent.
"I said, you could've let me know," he repeated, his voice tinged with anger now.
The fire flickered, the only light source in the dusty old room. Sebastian peeled off his leather gloves, eyeing his prized kill, a Siberian tiger, mounted high on the wall.
"Hey, you listening?" Sebastian hissed, his ears burning a little. "You always let me know, what was the prob-"
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