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Orange ChocolateMaybe one day, you'll take the ache that lingers in this young heart.
Misty was about ready to explode in her own kitchen. Throwing down the apron on the counter in a heated fit, she raised a hand to her three sisters. "Will you please just leave me alone?!"
"But we just want to know who the chocolate is going to…" Lily said, trying to act like she hadn't just been peeking over Misty's shoulder like a bothersome child. "Can you blame us for being curious? Our little sister, in love!"
"UGH!" The redhead stomped down her foot hard to silence her three driveling sisters. It had worked—but it had also brought a tingling pain to the ball of the foot used to do so. "I'll see you in a few days; you can take care of the gym yourselves!" She swiped a bag off the countertop and stormed out of the doorway, making a beeline for her room.
"Where are you going?" Daisy shouted, the sisters following the youngest one to her room. But before they coul
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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