A. Two. Three (3 / 4).
Sam lay crumpled on the floor. Dean lay in his arms, his face calm and relaxed. It was as if asleep. A tear silent on that face expressionless, Sam picked it up with the index finger, lingering longer than necessary in that contact. It was in vain because in a few seconds, more tears fell upon the face of the blond.
could not more. He was bursting.
- I do not want you to leave. "Whispered Sam .- I do not want to leave me alone. This is not fair, "Sam gave a long sigh before speaking again, before confessing," did not have to leave. No, not yet. You could not leave without without telling you know ... that ... that ... that ...
could not say. The words were clinging to his throat and opposed to going out and being pronounced. He closed his eyes tightly, taking all the value that had been accumulating for years.
- What are you what I love most. And without you, life is a zero.
was pronounced and feel completely empty. There was nothing.
Nothing.
No secret hidden for years.
No half-finished sentence.
No embarrassment that had to be corrected immediately.
there was nothing left. Absolutely nothing.
Zero.
Sam Crying to tremble, and with it the lifeless body of Dean.
A shadow from the darkness turned on his heel to leave, revealing a reflection of what looked like a white sheet illuminated the darkness. ________________________________________________
Long time not seen the dark girl. His visits were always uncomfortable and disturbing, but now they felt their lack. Dean echo fast look at his right arm, glancing to see the long scar running from wrist to elbow. Healed slowly, but Scotland. He looked up at the entrance of the cave, and immersed himself into the recall the warm feeling he felt when Sam knocks and healed the wounds made during the game. She almost imagined sitting at his side, carefully removing the remnants of dirt and dust that were glued to the blood. He forced himself to stop thinking. His eyes stung too.
was when he saw her.
dark She was swaying on his feet, without removing his hazel eyes. His appearance suggested to Dean that he was pondering something.
- Do you know what the greatest power that exists, meat?
Dean frowned. After their talks, had discovered how much he liked the girl wander, start talking without making clear where I wanted to go. It seemed that this would be another of those pleasant conversations.
- Surprise me.
- The words, flesh, words.
dark She took approached Ely a silver-handled dagger. I placed the eye level, leaving Dean enjoy the reddish glare of the torches reflected in its edge produced.
- is a real problem here is out of ink, do not you think? "She said as if such a thing.
- What?
With a quick movement, she made a dark pit, from left to right in the neck of the blond.
How does it feel when you slice a neck? Great question, Dean still did not know why I had not tried before. She had sewn their eyelids, pulled the heart, through the skin with small punches and a few hours had been cut throughout the body. But even he had not been slain. How does it feel? Nothing special, except that the phrase "drowned in his own blood" made sense to him.
While the blood was flowing from the neck by wearing tattered shirt, dark girl looked at him without a trace of mercy in his eyes. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, she placed her right hand on the wound, like a bowl. When he began to overflow, put the free hand on the wound. Dean felt the same cold that last time, but also as the pain began to be remitted. The dark girl Dean withdrew his hand and noticed that blood no longer flowed.
After I got the red ink, she turned on her heel and walked to the wall of the cave. Dean watched analyze it, as if looking for a hollow above. When he had found, he dipped the forefinger of his free hand in the blood that had been in the other. Wrote a single word.
- You'll be kidding. "Exclaimed Dean.
She turned her head partially, raising one eyebrow quizzically.
- No. You're not.
- Stop talking, meat, and come here. "She snapped, as if the voice of Dean was the buzz of a fly, annoying and constant.
- I can not, gothic girl.
question She looked back at him, as Dean rolled his eyes and moved his arms jingling metal chains that kept him chained to the wall. The dark girl turned her head slightly before picking up a little lip, forming a small smile.
- These chains do not exist. Never been there. "Dean looked at her confused .- Think, meat, what's more fun to torture with knives?
was another rhetorical question that the girl did, Dean waited so silent.
- Play with your mind. Remember that I warned you in Hell, nothing is as it seems ...
- Wait, wait ... to see if I understand. You're implying that the chains because I think there are ...
automatically Dean crashed headlong into the ground. If I had not been in Hell, it's quite likely that had broken the nose of the coup, but he was, just bled a little. Hell is just as cool.
- Go, not going to be as fair as I thought, after all. Dean
devoted to the dark girl a look of true hatred she just completely ignored. Rose heavily, feeling the wound of the arm abríaa the effort. She bit her lip par pain relief while approaching the wall Ninay his writing.
- Okay, meat, you're going out of Hell. "He said the girl .- You just have to put your hand up there and think about things in the area. Things you tied to that world.
- Just like that? "I do not want to sound suspicious, but was in front of a demon who was giving the key to end your stay in Hell .- Nothing in dead languages praise recite? "No sacrifice of virgins?
- No. We do not usually arrive virgins. He was forced to add some explanation in the eyes of the blond .- Look, meat, things here can be difficult or easy. Most, if not all, create that is out of here through the rough roads. It is an old belief that I respect, but it seems stupid. So I opted for the easy. Here the door to Kansas Dorothie, just hit your red shoes and get out with Toto once and for all.
You may not methods or forms were of like Dean, but there was something in the way of talking about the dark girl made him think that he was lying. He placed his hand on the blood still fresh and thought about his world.
He thought
and long brown hair. He thought
gray eyes. He thought
big hands that could cover his body with gentle caresses.
thought of depositing chaste kisses lips on her lips.
thought of ... You know how it feels when you play holding your breath in the pool? Want to earn and resist to the last breath, until you realize that it is impossible to go there and, besides, you've won a Jimmy Summers and you've left by the soil, so you swim to the surface. Now, remember the anguish of the road. Remember the time you break the barrier that separates water from air. Remember the first breath you take, long and deep.
Got it? As Dean
too. _____________________________
several minutes had passed since the soul of Dean Winchester was gone, but she kept looking dark place that the blond had occupied before. Now just left it and the word wall. He put
OUT.
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