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May. 12th, 2012 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45He wakes up before Dean the next morning.
Sam lies there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what was said... and what wasn't said. It's the latter that prompts him to get moving.
Twenty minutes later, he shoves the motel room door open with his elbow, not making any effort to be quiet about it.
"Time to get up!"
Sam lies there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what was said... and what wasn't said. It's the latter that prompts him to get moving.
Twenty minutes later, he shoves the motel room door open with his elbow, not making any effort to be quiet about it.
"Time to get up!"
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Date: 2012-06-05 03:01 am (UTC)Maybe next time.
It ain't like Dean thinks there isn't gonna be one.
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Date: 2012-06-05 03:11 am (UTC)He sits down on the edge of it and retrieves his abandoned coffee. Two swallows are all it takes to empty the cup.
With steady deliberation, one shred at a time, Sam focuses all his attention on tearing it into tiny pieces, dropping them one by one into the cheap trashcan.
Too bad it's not Lilith. Not yet. But she's going to pay.
I'm going to kill her for this. That's all there is to it. She's going to die.
She'll never get her hands on you again, Dean.
Never.