winchesters100 - eye for an eye
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withimpunityTitle: Eye for an Eye
Pairing: none; gen (samndean)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: ‘public restroom’ for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
winchesters100
Notes: Unhappy and dark, wot?
Sam’s staring at his reflection, dingy mirror barely held on by one weak screw on the bathroom wall. The reflection, long hair that hasn‘t seen a pair of scissors in months, beard, gaunt body, it all belongs to him. It’s the eyes staring back at him, liquid onyx, that aren’t his.
Dean.
“You said you’d help me. Promised, Sammy.” Sam watches his mouth move, hears the pure, raw hate in each word. “Ruby was right. It’s a prison of bone and flesh.”
His mouth twists upward, blackness fading until his eyes are honey brown again.
“How does it feel, Sammy?”
Pairing: none; gen (samndean)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: ‘public restroom’ for
winchesters100Notes: Unhappy and dark, wot?
Sam’s staring at his reflection, dingy mirror barely held on by one weak screw on the bathroom wall. The reflection, long hair that hasn‘t seen a pair of scissors in months, beard, gaunt body, it all belongs to him. It’s the eyes staring back at him, liquid onyx, that aren’t his.
Dean.
“You said you’d help me. Promised, Sammy.” Sam watches his mouth move, hears the pure, raw hate in each word. “Ruby was right. It’s a prison of bone and flesh.”
His mouth twists upward, blackness fading until his eyes are honey brown again.
“How does it feel, Sammy?”
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Date: 2008-07-12 10:43 am (UTC)... hears the pure, raw hate in each word.
My god, that hurts.
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Date: 2008-07-12 06:04 pm (UTC)