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Come on Alice, it's time to play.
The nobel White Rabbit will lead your way.
And inside the rugged looking glass,
will take you back into your past.
Where Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
will laugh and play, and sing their songs.
Then go have tea with Hatter Madd,
your company will make him glad.
The Catterpiller waits for you,
ontop the old yellow shrome.
To tell you of that wich you seek,
from tall and grand, to small and meek.
Smile wide the cheaser cat,
then disapear into the black.
Your curious, is that so bad?
after all we all are Mad.
Twisted Red Queen,
hear her howl.
you must bow.
For if she's angered,
I do dread.
The end will be,
"Off with their heads!"
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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