Dean and Sam are locked inside a freezer together by some evil bitch/bastard. Or Cas. Or something.
Anyway, they’re locked in there freezing their asses off. And then Sam suggests (because Dean would never) they huddle together for warmth. And Dean gets all awkward and refuses to but then sees…
'You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.'
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Sammie ||25 ||Winchesters are Love. ||J2 is beauty. ||The Doctor is real and so is SuperWhoLock. ||I'm a muggle, dammit. ||Simple Southern girl. ||Horror movie addict. ||I run on Fanfic, coffee, and SPN. ||Every day has a different soundtrack. ||Winchester Logic. ||Rule #32. ||Nonsensical.||
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Wishes with a side of ignorance, no rewind button, and secrets to keep. We salt and burn our vintage dreams. And still we have miles to go before we sleep. I'm pretty sure the patients have taken over the asylum.
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:WARNING!: Can be MATURE at times. If under 18, follow at your own risk. Ye be warned!
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OI!: I have no claim to anything unless otherwise stated. Except what I say is mine. Confused yet? This thing reads like the Mad Hatter's journal...
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*P.S. You can find my drabble and fanfic-ish blog here. If you like to read, that's where I write.*
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♥ 'There is, surprisingly, always hope.' ♥
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