reflectinglight

In a blast of white light, Cas kills Sam and Bobby. It happens so quickly Dean can't do anything but instinctively shut his eyes, shielding himself from the hot burst of energy. When it's over, and he can no longer feel white-hot grace licking at his skin, he squints through his eyelashes, and feels his last tendrils of fight slip away at what he sees. Dean watches as his brother's body topples to the ground next to Bobby's equally unmoving corpse, and the pair of them lay together, silent and unseeing. Dean can't move. He can't even breathe – his lungs fill with air until they are just about to burst, and even then he doesn't gasp, h

The room was empty, devoid of character. All of the witty, motivational posters had disappeared, leaving the walls grayish and bare. The desk, previously covered with clutter, looked almost brand-new. Not even a calculator glowed from the many depths of its drawers. It was a sorry sight to behold. Sighing softly, Murray quietly closed the door behind him. He stood in the entrance of the room awkwardly, waiting for the other teacher in the classroom to notice his presence. Parsons remained in the chair at the front of the room, spinning around slowly, his eyes trained on the smooth tiles of the floor. A lone equation was written on the whit

I stepped into the dressing room. There was Nick. Totally fucking naked. Again. The bright fluorescent blubs reflected off his chest like diamonds. This caused me to drool profusely. He turned to me and proceeded to pelvic thrust wildly, his six-pack (or was it twelve?) gleaming dangerously. Kind of like Mr. Henry’s head. “Let us fuck,” he commanded. He stared at me so intensely my clothes disappeared. I was officially naked and exposed. It was…freeing. Nick pounded his chest in approval. It was awesome to watch. I knew I should have voted for McCain instead of smoking all that healthy, organic pot. “How did you

Beep. Beep. Beep.  Surprisingly, it’s not the sound of the alarm clock that wakes me up in the morning; it’s the gentle beeping of my heart monitor. My hand crawls towards the button on the side of my chair, raising the seat slowly to a mechanical hum. A nurse mumbles something to me from the door. I ask her to speak up (what is it with people and speaking so quietly these days? I find it so irritating), and she moves closer, asking me if I need anything. No, I don’t need a fifth glass of water, thank you very much. She leaves and I lean back, sighing, picking another spot on the wall to stare at. I’m in the hosp

Everything is dark. Frozen air bites at your face. The ocean, large and salty, Keeps your heart in place. Night is always tranquil. You wish for something more. Stuck in a spot forever, Laying merely bored. The water is bitter and cold. And waves lap at your sides. Invisible, unheard. And you can never die. The sun begins to rise. But the frost never fades. Staying there forever, Fighting all the waves. Another day begins. But no one ever sees. That what lies under the water, Is 90% of me.