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Jul. 12th, 2010 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Crossroads are funny things.
Most people pass through them all the time, and don't think anything of it. It's just a place betwixt and between, on the way from here to there, a place with left hand turn that's a bitch during rush hour, shops on the corners and a light that always stays red too long and green too short.
Nothing remarkable about them at all, really.
Unless, of course, you know how to use them.
Most people pass through them all the time, and don't think anything of it. It's just a place betwixt and between, on the way from here to there, a place with left hand turn that's a bitch during rush hour, shops on the corners and a light that always stays red too long and green too short.
Nothing remarkable about them at all, really.
Unless, of course, you know how to use them.
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:22 am (UTC)He actually--
Sam Winchester actually--
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:35 am (UTC)You shouldn't have touched my brother.
The body collapses to the ground.
Sam stares down at it for several long moments before he sighs and turns away, toward the Impala.
There's salt and gasoline in the trunk, of course; there always is.
It'll be more than enough to take care of the body.