Deep EndThe lantern of my mindilluminates the handsclutching the quivering pages,painted with inkdrawn from my own severed veins.Across the billowing plains and against all odds,she found my letters from across the sea,but I was but a blur on a bridgecollapsing intothe crashing depths.I would try drifting to youbut the weight of my heartkeeps me tethered to theocean floor;keeps me sinking towardssome unfathomabledeep end.
Born to Be Wild (I)Born to Be WildA post-S9 ficlet.“You LOST him?! What do you mean you lost him?!” Sam loomed over Crowley, a veritable mountain of rage wrapped in rumpled plaid. He hadn’t taken Dean’s transformation very well, and had been rather testy ever since.The suit-clad demon didn’t budge, despite Sam seeming ready to pick him up and shake him like a Magic-8-Ball to get the answers he sought. He retained the usual social graces with a tolerant air. Years of associating with the Winchesters had made him grow used to their theatrics."You’re the clever one, why not try working it out. The statement speaks for itself, don’t you think?"He inwardly sighed as the hunter gripped a handful of his dress shirt and tie, nostrils flaring. He might have to change Sam’s nickname from “Moose” to “Bull.” It suited this temper of his, and could make for some fun quips when calling him on his shi—"I thought