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Chapter TwoChapter Two
I ran into the entrance and shut the gate behind me so it looked undisturbed.I settled my run to a walk and followed the familar trail.The trees loomed overhead omniously.After what seemed about twenty-five feet I came across a trail I never seen before.The trail seemed to lead off to the darker part of the forest.I could hear whispers all around me.They seemed to say,"Yes come.This way.Mist.I fllowed the trail for awhile and I came across this glow twelve-feet ahead.I sped up my walk and headed for the mysterious glow.
At the end of the trail was ruins of an old castle.The castle must've been the old one that burned down.I looked at the remains of the castle.Something seemed odd about it,but what.I turned and saw the glow was deeper inside the ruins.I walked toward the glow and came to an alter.On the alter was a statue of the Mark of the godesses and the three godesses stood in a triangle to face it.The godess,Nid, was at the North end,the godess,Uryn, at the west,and the
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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