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I sat there With my head in my hands Elbow resting on knees Legs spread apart I was terrified I was facing the thing I hate most More than failing More than being cremated I sat there Eyes wide open Breathing hard Tears leaking down my face Every time I saw one of them I cried I couldn't help it I couldn't stop it It just happened My grip tightened as I heard them I was sitting on a high platform They had thrown me down here They knew my fear I wish they didn't They slithered They hissed They spat venom They sensed my fear They wanted to attack me Tears leaked harder down my face Hearing them Slither, hiss, spit v

The way the paper feels against the hand; pens writing with the hand that gives them life. Creeping words find the marked path that was planned inside the head that slices with a knife forming the pictures deep inside the mind making them apparent for the plain eye. They dance across the pages now defined by how we do imagine your words fly freeing the captive lives of those stuck in the endless pages of the written book. Their lives dance as if they were locked within the soul creator of the well-known book. Pictures flash before us while portraits sing of our desired world from fearless kings.

Dean was in Sam and Bobby's arms. Sam had his upper body and Bobby had his legs. They were trying to run but it jostled Dean around too much so they had to walk through the woods trying to get back to the Impala. They'd wrapped the jackets and sweatshirts around Dean to make him warm. "B-Bobby…" Sam muttered through chattering teeth. "I know boy. I know," Bobby spat back. Sam growled in frustration. He wished they could teleport like angels. That would save them so much time and possible Dean's life. Sam tried to concentrate on carrying his brother. It was hard because he was freezing cold and his thoughts kept on going back to what A

The Northern star was directly over head as if it was sign. Sam watched it twinkle against the black sky. After a couple more minutes of getting his thoughts collected, Sam looked at Bobby. He was starting to get anxious. They were close to Dean. The blood and footprints had been fresh meaning they had gone through within the last couple of hours. "How much longer?" "A couple more minutes, be patient boy," Bobby muttered back working on his gun. Sam sighed and looked around again. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet. He wanted to find Dean. He wanted to make sure that he was okay. What if they got to him and he was dead? Or someone

Sam climbed out of the Impala and stretched his long legs. He'd been traveling for two days straight only stopping to switch spots with Bobby every couple of hours. The drive had been long and tedious. Sam wanted to find Dean before it was too late. The what if questions were still going through his head and it made focusing on the search and rescue extremely difficult. Deans GPS had landed them into the middle of Alaska. Sam hoped Dean was warm and in a cave. If Dean was out in the cold in as bad as shape as Sam thought he was, this will not end well. "Bobby, this is where the GPS said Dean was?" Sam asked, looking around. "Yeah but there

Sam slammed the phone down on the desk. He was furious with himself. If he hadn't responded like that, he'd still be on the phone with Dean. The way Dean had said his name… Sam shuddered. He needed to get Dean outta there as quickly as possible. Sam turned to Bobby. "We gotta get Dean outta there Bobby." "I know boy," Bobby replied grabbing two shot glasses and some scotch. He poured the two shots and handed one to Sam. "You heard Dean… he sounded…" Sam didn't want to think about how bad Dean would be. He drained the scotch in one mouthful. Bobby nodded drinking some of his. "We know Dean's alive; we can work from there." S

Dean rolled across the ground trying to get away. He popped up looking for a way out of this cave. He was somewhere and it all looked familiar to him. He tried to put his finger on it but he didn't have enough time. Before he could think of where he was, he was slammed into the wall. He grunted as he made contact with the hard surface. There was a hand around his throat and someone in his face. The person in his face was blonde and male. Dean recognized him immediately. The male moved so he was the only thing Dean could see. "I bet you're wondering why I have you." "For tea? 'Cuz you know everyone loves tea time," Dean remarked. Which was a