You Have To Love Something The motel room was dark, dusty and damp, the acidic smell of brand-less cleaners seeping out from around the ajar bathroom door like a ghost. The light that trickled out to fall on the worn carpet, the stained floral covers of the queen beds, the slack features of the Winchester brothers, was weak and pale like a faded memory.You Have To Love Something in Romance More Like This
A bottle of over the counter sleeping pills lay discarded, toppled, on the bedside table between the beds. The red of the alarm clock ticked over to four in the morning, it's solemn haze catching on Dean's closed eyes, staining the long lashes a shade of crimson, the shadows fine and delicate beneath them.
In the crushing silence of a deadened world the shrill ring of his phone rang out, like the call of an impatient bird. Eyes still closed, Dean threw his dangling half numb hand up to grab his cell from where it lay.
"Who is this?" he demanded in a whisper, rolling onto his back, unwilling to open his eyes. His oth