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Fragile [SPOILERS]By now, most of the fires had died down. GLaDOS, true to her word, had fixed every remaining problem in the facility in a matter of moments. The only thing left to do, really, was cleaning up the mess that the moron left behind, and feel grateful that he wouldn't be causing it again where he was now. Still, he'd managed to twist the place around in such remarkable ways that she began to wonder if he did it on purpose at a last laugh. It seemed like something he would do, that little imbecilic metal ball...
She reveled in her anger at the thought. Oh, how good it felt to have outbursts of frustration without shorting out. What a strange thing to miss. Nevertheless, she did miss it. Being stuck in a potato with only your basic programming and a slow-clap processor was incredibly depressing at times, not to mention dull.
Fires and piles of rubble weren't the only messes that needed tending to, however. GLaDOS still had her test subject to deal with. After dragging h
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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