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Short love story -RaidenxSnakeWhen I no longer could see the guard I carefully took a few steps out on the connecting bridge. It was all quiet, not even a cypher in sight. Suddenly I heard footsteps, closer and closer, but no one seemed to discover I was there. He must be on the bottom floor.
I didn't move, what if he heard me? Then I would be in big trouble. I decided to take the risk, and walked a few meters out on the connecting bridge. "Hm..?" I stopped. The guard must have heard me. Shit. Suddenly they were everywhere, I was surrounded by terrorist with big AK's.
I woke up all drenched in sweat. Ever since the mission at the big shell, I had nightmares like this one. "Jack.. are you okay?" Rose put a hand on my chest, but I ignored her. My pregnant girlfriend. I couldn't stand her. The only reason to why I still lived with her was because Solid Snake told me to. The legend. A hero. Somehow he made me feel like it was my duty to stay with my girlfriend and the baby, though I knew my childhood had ruined
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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