Detroit lights up the sky for miles—flames turn the underside of the black clouds bloody red. It's bad, but not as bad as the sound of Sam's screaming. It goes on and on and on and after a while Dean's pretty sure the noise is just in his own head because no one's doing anything about it.
The endless shriek hangs over what's left of the city for days, hangs there like the thick blanket of smoke does…
*shivers*
Oh, that's.... I hate the weary, utterly 'done' flavor of Dean's thoughts. He's just running through the motions, and yeah, 'why not'.... Ooh.... *sniffle*
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10/7/09 11:49 am (UTC)The endless shriek hangs over what's left of the city for days, hangs there like the thick blanket of smoke does…
*shivers*
Oh, that's.... I hate the weary, utterly 'done' flavor of Dean's thoughts. He's just running through the motions, and yeah, 'why not'.... Ooh....
*sniffle*
I love it.