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superbadgirlIf you've seen 4.21, you know where this came from. Not going to give the whole spiel, because I don't think I'm going to post this anywhere. It's just an exorcising of demons so that I might move on to lighter fare. ;)
It wasn’t him whose hands were squeezing and squeezing, yet it was. He silently screamed and wailed and moaned, trapped in a shroud of blackness. Fighting. He wanted to obliterate the face below him and stop those eyes from looking at him like that. Losing. Lost.
Monstermonstermonstermonster had gnawed at his mind for years, and it finally won. Now it was over. He was unbreakable and he was broken. Somewhere hidden deep inside, little Sammy Winchester cried for him to stop. Failed. He was a monster, no light.
Monster Sam released his brother’s neck. He had bigger prey to kill.
It wasn’t him whose hands were squeezing and squeezing, yet it was. He silently screamed and wailed and moaned, trapped in a shroud of blackness. Fighting. He wanted to obliterate the face below him and stop those eyes from looking at him like that. Losing. Lost.
Monstermonstermonstermonster had gnawed at his mind for years, and it finally won. Now it was over. He was unbreakable and he was broken. Somewhere hidden deep inside, little Sammy Winchester cried for him to stop. Failed. He was a monster, no light.
Monster Sam released his brother’s neck. He had bigger prey to kill.
