10.11 Drabble

[caranfindel]

100 words per episode...

Charlie was smart to run. But the answer isn’t in any book in Italy. It isn’t in eggwhite omelets and eight hours of sleep and “minding your quiet.”

The answer is in your hands. The answer is Charlie’s blood on your fists, your little sister pounded into the ground, the crack of breaking bone. The answer is your twitchy hands, your own personal demonic DTs, temporarily sated by violence, by her blood.

Is the next answer going to be your little brother? Your angel? An innocent bystander?

What was the question again?

Does it even matter any more?

Run, Charlie.

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Comments

[frozen_delight]

What was the question again?
Does it even matter any more?

All the love for sad-crazy-confused-and-guilty-as-hell!Dean. <3

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

Poor Dean. The more we love him the more we pound on him.

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

Dark and ominous! You really captured Dean's inner thoughts so well, and the sense of foreboding is so strong. Great stuff!

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

Your dabbles are killing me. Such fantastic hurt morsels.

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

Hurt morsels! I like that! Thank you. :-)

[cassiopeia7.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is terrifying and awesome.

Is the next answer going to be your little brother? Your angel? An innocent bystander?

Chilling. Brava!

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[elwarre.livejournal.com]

your own personal demonic DTs

What a great line.

[caranfindel.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :-)

[cuddyclothes.livejournal.com]

Late to the game - WONDERFUL! Perfect last lines.