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I'm still a...Ninja!
That was what I wanted to be five years ago, and as most can say, I got my wish. Now considering this journal goes by my thoughts only, you may be encountering some randomness.
Omygawd I can't believe I really have a mind-reading journal
Anyways whoa! That was a little close. Excuse me, gotta go cream some criminals.
SMACK! Yeah, sorry dude, you must be having some nightmares about ninja stars now hey, don't you go sneaking up on me! I'm the ninja here; I'm the only one doing the sneaking! Man, you partners in crime get really angry don't you?
Oh wait did you just hear ALL of my thoughts right then? Oops, didn't realize! Maybe I should turn this thing off occasionally!
BURN IT! That's what I say!
Oh jeez does this thing even record battles between my ninja and pirate sides? Okay, I'm sorry, but this diary can't spell conshensh ri
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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