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Yesterday I spent all afternoon writing Dean/Cas fic and Cas didn't even bother to show up. He finally did this morning. He's kind of a bastard that way.

I also wrote more Magic!Apocalypse stuff. Because reasons.


Taste

Dusk gathered under the tree branches. Before everything the changing seasons would always catch Anne by surprise, one minute the world would be bright summer and then she would blink her eyes and it would be winter, dark and cold. Now she could feel the way the days shortened, the minutes she lost with each longer night.

The light was going and she needed to find a place to sleep.

When she was little she had had a habit of wandering away, exploring and dreaming. Every new path, new place, had been the beginning of some adventure, a chance for something new. Now there were too many paths lined with nightmares.

A branch snapped and her entire body jerked before she froze, rabbit-like, head up and eyes narrowed as she scanned the road. The world was still around her, silent save for the breeze rattling leaves high in the trees and the noise of some small animal scurrying around in the dirt.

She moved forward carefully, feet as quiet as she could make them. The road bent and she followed it around. The trees opened onto a pock-marked parking lot and an empty gas station.

Maybe this was a place where she could rest.

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dodger_sister
Jan. 5th, 2013 03:35 am (UTC)
I have a bad feeling! I don't think Anne should go in the gas station!

Now there were too many paths lined with nightmares.

It's all so dark and heavy in the air.

Just...when will Anne find a friend?

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