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gavemea_45) wrote2011-04-24 02:54 pm
gavemea_45) wrote2011-04-24 02:54 pm
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[From here.]
It's still cool this early in the morning, here in Wyoming in late spring. The eastern sky is only beginning to lighten with the brightness of false dawn, but it's enough to see the dark shape of the Impala a few yards away, parked beside the road.
It's still cool this early in the morning, here in Wyoming in late spring. The eastern sky is only beginning to lighten with the brightness of false dawn, but it's enough to see the dark shape of the Impala a few yards away, parked beside the road.
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"... I don't think it's going to open again anytime soon," he says, very quietly.
A beat.
"And since you damn near died trying the first time..."
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"... I what?"
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"You stopped breathing."
Sam finally looks away from the tomb, at him.
"I thought you were gonna die. I thought I'd killed--"
He chokes on the words, and leaves it at that.
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He stares.
(to open a gate to hell)
"Oh."
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"Yeah."
A pause.
"Think you can stand?"
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"... gimme a minute?"
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Low; barely audible. Sam's still looking away, staring at the sealed tomb.
"Take all the time you need."