Jul. 24th, 2011

hasperkynipples: ([sam] across the room)
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Dean’s first meteor shower was probably one of the most terrifying experiences of his life.

Dean’s stared down some pretty bad things in his time—demons, Wendigos, ghosts—and he’d faced them all down with a hard stare and an idea of how to fix it, but this was different. This … this time the sky was falling, and there was nothing they could do to save themselves. Because when it came down to it—how do you outrun the sky?

You can’t.

The sky was falling, and Dean couldn’t find Lana anywhere.

He’s ninety-five percent certain that that bitch Isobel was behind it, but he has no way to prove it. The mark of transference or whatever, was still there. He should have known better than to think that just destroying the book meant that the witch’s spirit was gone for good. He should have been sharper, and should have questioned why the mark was still there if Isobel wasn’t, but he didn’t. He was just happy to have his girl back, and he didn’t think of the future. He never thought of the future. It’s why he wasn’t a better hunter.

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