"Dean, get your brother out now! Get him out NOW!" Dean heard his father, felt the weight of his baby brother in his hand, but he was scared, so very scared. Mom...what was she doing on the ceiling? Why was there so much blood? The smoke, the fire, it was so hard to think. Why wasn't Dad coming? Then Dean's father pushed Dean, roughly, to the stairwell and Dean moved...
and jerked awake at Sam was nudging his shoulder.
"Hey, sleeping beauty. Well, in your case, maybe not so much on the 'beauty'. Time to get up."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." Dean was grumpy. He never was a morning person.
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[Dean] Morning already? (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-13 12:43 am (UTC)and jerked awake at Sam was nudging his shoulder.
"Hey, sleeping beauty. Well, in your case, maybe not so much on the 'beauty'. Time to get up."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." Dean was grumpy. He never was a morning person.