Shine 9 (Part 1)
Jul. 5th, 2006 10:57 am
R for Violence/Language
He’s screaming pretty unoriginal things now. At first he was unique. At first he was all about radical new ways to sneak into bedrooms and swallow newborn babies whole. Now he was just yappering on about death and destruction and how invincible he really was. This new bent of histrionics just made Dean say ‘fuck it’ and caused him to slam a lead and copper bullet in his eye. Sam looked at him with that goddamn look that stretched infinite and Dean holstered the gun feeling awkward. Guilty. He was a little too cowboy for his brother. The ‘uncomfortable in his own skin’ feeling lasted a second until he remembered why the hell they were here in Bumfuck, Bumblefuck in the first place.
“What? Should I what Sam? Let it go? Give it my email and hope it stays in touch?”
The thing was now a greasy stain on the wall and it smelled of bad eggs and Johnson’s talcum powder. It reminded them both of their childhood.
( Shine 9 . . . )
