justforspite: (Jenny B&W)
Prologue |

.:Chapter 01:.

“I don’t have time for games—” the clerk at the nurse’s station said, brushing him off and returning to her paperwork.

“I’m serious, please,” Sam Winchester implored, holding up a picture of Dean.

“You’re asking me to see if we got a John Doe or a Jason Bourne in last night?” The look on her face made him feel like an idiot . . . squared.
Just Don't Call Me Dorothy . . . )

justforspite: (Jenny B&W)

.:Prologue:.

Light exploded in the heavy darkness. The night quickly reasserted itself and rumbled with enough offended anger that the ground would have shaken, but there was no ground. He floated facing pouring rain and it was fate that aimed him to the Lord and not away for under him was the salty sea, moving and shaking, tumbling in high crashing waves, but he was simply rocked, gently. A bubble of protection hovered over him, protecting him from death. She waited for him. He would never have believed that someone, somewhere was looking out for him, but he was protected and he was loved and so he breathed in air and not saltwater.
Just Don't Call Me Dorothy . . . )

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