Sam Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likely_evil) wrote2008-09-15 02:09 pm
likely_evil) wrote2008-09-15 02:09 pm
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justprompts: Unusual
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jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494. Happiness is a Warm Gun 'verse
The world doesn't look that much different from behind black eyes as it does through green ones. Sam found that unusual in some ways, but comforting in others.
Sam blinks to his hazel eyes and stares at the tree. It's a tree. Green leaves with a few starting to turn yellow. There's a squirrel up in the branches working on an acorn. A bird is singing somewhere in the distance.
Blink to black. The tree is still there. It's darker though, and the green leaves glow with life. The yellowing ones look sick. The squirrel still sits there, a blue pulsing glow with the heartbeat. The bird still sings, and the ghost that stands next to the tree of the little girl is clapping and reaching her hands up into the air to try and catch it.
Hazel. Two bodies in the motel, the door open in case he decides to come in. Dean. Alec. Dean doesn't yell at him sitting on the hood of the Impala. He doesn't dare make a dent though.
Black. Two bodies in the motel. Dean is a red glow, Alec is a purple glow. Alec is not fully human, Sam notes. He is more, and Sam wants to know what it is. But he can not find the words to ask.
But it doesn't matter what eyes Sam looks at the Impala with. With black or hazel eyes, the Impala still looks like home to him.
jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494. Happiness is a Warm Gun 'verseThe world doesn't look that much different from behind black eyes as it does through green ones. Sam found that unusual in some ways, but comforting in others.
Sam blinks to his hazel eyes and stares at the tree. It's a tree. Green leaves with a few starting to turn yellow. There's a squirrel up in the branches working on an acorn. A bird is singing somewhere in the distance.
Blink to black. The tree is still there. It's darker though, and the green leaves glow with life. The yellowing ones look sick. The squirrel still sits there, a blue pulsing glow with the heartbeat. The bird still sings, and the ghost that stands next to the tree of the little girl is clapping and reaching her hands up into the air to try and catch it.
Hazel. Two bodies in the motel, the door open in case he decides to come in. Dean. Alec. Dean doesn't yell at him sitting on the hood of the Impala. He doesn't dare make a dent though.
Black. Two bodies in the motel. Dean is a red glow, Alec is a purple glow. Alec is not fully human, Sam notes. He is more, and Sam wants to know what it is. But he can not find the words to ask.
But it doesn't matter what eyes Sam looks at the Impala with. With black or hazel eyes, the Impala still looks like home to him.