Title: Rootless Tree
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Bobby
Rating:
G Warnings: Spoiler for the first 10 episodes of season 5.
Warning: Angst.
Disclaimer: As usual: I do not own show or cast, and everything is just a little different.
Word Count: 395
Prompt: Alcoholism for
Notes: Title and the cut to be Damien Rice.
Thanks: At my sensual companion sclera
Measure the time in the running of whiskey.
The drops that fall into the glass as the clock hit midnight, which marks while the reflections of the glass is tinged with the warm honey-colored alcohol.
The burning will go down in the throat starting to loosen the knots that curb mixing the bitter taste the memories of your tongue to bitter memories of a hunter.
In a flurry of screams, gunshots, the smell of gunpowder and burning funeral will pass in front of a full life, it looks like you had never seen a moment because everything is too chaotic to suffer, to enjoy it too fast and too far from what you are now to believe I lived.
invalid.
That's the words that no one has the courage to say in front of you but when you recognize the face of Dean contracts to hide a grimace of disappointment while speaking to resume the hunt and when Sam watches your every move with apprehension. Forced
in that chair, moving with difficulty because the weight of years behind him you understand that your life is fading slowly creaking on transpose of that as well as the firmness of those who spent too many to believe that the end had the ' appearance of a chair to a wheelchair.
Again, the cap of the bottle rolls on the table.
ends up slowly, perhaps?
How many years will pass before you destroy any link to your old life?
not have any more.
We are only two people they groped to put together the pieces and hide the cracks that will widen the soul; continue to remind you what not do more but it is unfortunately part of all that you and the only thing you can be.
That'll keep the show up until you serve them, hoping to make up a better view of what you have been granted. When
remains alone in the dark hall, haunted by the hum of the television come to wish for any purpose and if I had the courage, a bit more than what you use every day to get out of bed would you do it yourself but you feel have not only lost his legs in this bloody mayhem and that is how you realized that, at least, from the liquor cabinet position seems much closer.
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