Ceils Hadd
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ok, its about dean losing sam to a demon:
The beer was cold.
It slid down my throat, ending in my stomach. Waiting to trigger my brain so the buzz would start. The buzz I now longed for. The buzz that kept me company.
Flashback
Sam stood there, he looked back at me smiling. I sighed in releif. Then suddenly a gurgling and chocking sound emitted from him. A line of blood trickled out of his mouth, I looked down. A peice of wood stuck out of him. The demon standing behind him laughed and before I could react ran off. I ran to Sam, my heart leaping to my throat. No, he couldn't be dead...could he? He lay motionless. His eyes stared up blankly, un-comprehendingly. "Sam? Sam!!!" I yelled, I sobbed into his shirt. His body was already stiffening, and growing colder every minute. In the distance the sun was rising...
End of Flashback
"Sam..." I muttered to myself. He was gone. Like the buzz that would leave me in the morning, only satisfying me for a few hours. Then the pain would fill me up, and eventually it would explode. Thats when I was dangerous. I had to kill...something.
I now hunted the demon that killed Sam. I've lost track of how many evil spirits and hauntings I'd had to solve and kill. It wasn't the same anymore. How could it ever be the same again? Sam was dead. My brother...
"So, I see you hear almost every day, what's your story?" says a voice suddenly. I look up and scowl, just another girl, looking for a free hook-up I suppose. "None of your business"
"My name's Sarah, nice to meet you to" she says, I look up from the beer again and see her giving me a look. "Go away" I growl. "Naw, I much like sittin' here, since your such good company an' al" she says sarcastically, but she doesn't make a point to move.
"So, you from around ere'?" she asks, I close my eyes and grit my teeth. "No, I ain't from around here" I hiss through my teeth. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this mornin'" she says.
"More like week" says the friendly bartender, she gives me a cheerfull smile and goes back to cleaning her beer glasses. "Go away" I repeat. I take a swig from the beer and relish in it's cold and refreshing taste. "Why so chipper?" she asks, I put on the cowboy hat that had been sitting on the counter.
"If you go away, I'll tell ya my name, thats all, I came here for peace" I say, and pull our a cigarette. "Thats not good for ya, ya know" she says, I light it and blow a puff into her face. "You can tell me your name, but I ain't goin away" she says.
"My name's Dean, happy?" I say, my eyes slanted, I take another puff of smoke. I never used to smoke. But I never used to do a lot of things before Sam's death. "Nice ta meet ya Dean" she says, and holds out her hand. I take it and she shakes vigorously.
The bartender looks up again and smiles. She probably thinks I've cracked. "Now, go away so I can drink my beer and enjoy a fag in peace" I say, she rolls her eyes but gets up and goes and sits at a table. I feel her eyes on my back as I take another big swig of beer, the taste of cigarette and beer is bitter, like me.
"Now, Dean that's a perty name" says the bartender, I sigh. I just wasn't going to be left alone, was I? "Yes, and Jack is very original" I say sarcasticly. "Absolutely" the bartender says with a laugh. The fag is almost done as I take the last puff, then I rub it in the ash tray.
"Thanks for the beer" I say, then I get up and walk out the door. I feel a little woozy, and the buzz is starting to come on. I throw the beer into the bushes and start my car. The head lights illuminate someone standing in the doorway, Sarah is shaking her head at me and laughing. I grumble to myself and pull out of the beat up old bar.
The ground could barely be seen under the fine layer of dirt and grime. I opened the door to the hotel room, the fresh scent of cleaning detergent and soap made me feel nauseous. I flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes...
I am only eleven so please be nice, not too harsh!
The beer was cold.
It slid down my throat, ending in my stomach. Waiting to trigger my brain so the buzz would start. The buzz I now longed for. The buzz that kept me company.
Flashback
Sam stood there, he looked back at me smiling. I sighed in releif. Then suddenly a gurgling and chocking sound emitted from him. A line of blood trickled out of his mouth, I looked down. A peice of wood stuck out of him. The demon standing behind him laughed and before I could react ran off. I ran to Sam, my heart leaping to my throat. No, he couldn't be dead...could he? He lay motionless. His eyes stared up blankly, un-comprehendingly. "Sam? Sam!!!" I yelled, I sobbed into his shirt. His body was already stiffening, and growing colder every minute. In the distance the sun was rising...
End of Flashback
"Sam..." I muttered to myself. He was gone. Like the buzz that would leave me in the morning, only satisfying me for a few hours. Then the pain would fill me up, and eventually it would explode. Thats when I was dangerous. I had to kill...something.
I now hunted the demon that killed Sam. I've lost track of how many evil spirits and hauntings I'd had to solve and kill. It wasn't the same anymore. How could it ever be the same again? Sam was dead. My brother...
"So, I see you hear almost every day, what's your story?" says a voice suddenly. I look up and scowl, just another girl, looking for a free hook-up I suppose. "None of your business"
"My name's Sarah, nice to meet you to" she says, I look up from the beer again and see her giving me a look. "Go away" I growl. "Naw, I much like sittin' here, since your such good company an' al" she says sarcastically, but she doesn't make a point to move.
"So, you from around ere'?" she asks, I close my eyes and grit my teeth. "No, I ain't from around here" I hiss through my teeth. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this mornin'" she says.
"More like week" says the friendly bartender, she gives me a cheerfull smile and goes back to cleaning her beer glasses. "Go away" I repeat. I take a swig from the beer and relish in it's cold and refreshing taste. "Why so chipper?" she asks, I put on the cowboy hat that had been sitting on the counter.
"If you go away, I'll tell ya my name, thats all, I came here for peace" I say, and pull our a cigarette. "Thats not good for ya, ya know" she says, I light it and blow a puff into her face. "You can tell me your name, but I ain't goin away" she says.
"My name's Dean, happy?" I say, my eyes slanted, I take another puff of smoke. I never used to smoke. But I never used to do a lot of things before Sam's death. "Nice ta meet ya Dean" she says, and holds out her hand. I take it and she shakes vigorously.
The bartender looks up again and smiles. She probably thinks I've cracked. "Now, go away so I can drink my beer and enjoy a fag in peace" I say, she rolls her eyes but gets up and goes and sits at a table. I feel her eyes on my back as I take another big swig of beer, the taste of cigarette and beer is bitter, like me.
"Now, Dean that's a perty name" says the bartender, I sigh. I just wasn't going to be left alone, was I? "Yes, and Jack is very original" I say sarcasticly. "Absolutely" the bartender says with a laugh. The fag is almost done as I take the last puff, then I rub it in the ash tray.
"Thanks for the beer" I say, then I get up and walk out the door. I feel a little woozy, and the buzz is starting to come on. I throw the beer into the bushes and start my car. The head lights illuminate someone standing in the doorway, Sarah is shaking her head at me and laughing. I grumble to myself and pull out of the beat up old bar.
The ground could barely be seen under the fine layer of dirt and grime. I opened the door to the hotel room, the fresh scent of cleaning detergent and soap made me feel nauseous. I flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes...
I am only eleven so please be nice, not too harsh!