She blew it. She'd known she'd blown it even before she agreed to kill the Winchesters. It was just the luck of the draw for her apparently. She couldn't win, no matter how hard she tired. No matter what she tried to do to just save herself, she always found herself in a bigger hole than she had been in before. She hung up the phone carefully, staying where she was seated on the bed and trying ...
... his lips, his skin, to prove to himself again and again that there was someone out there that belonged only to him. He'd been planning to be away for a month, and then to go back to forks, get a motelroom, and then go in to see Sam. To try to maybe show Sam that they could go out, be a normal couple, with neither of them freaking out if the other wasn't around. So much for plans. Three weeks ...
...on the road by herself, and then how when she'd cracked a rib going after an Ördög, her mother had wrapped the bandage tight around her before bringing hot soup from the diner down the road from their motel, maybe Jo didn't want to have that argument again. Not now. Not yet, anyway. Someday. Mom slept most of the way to Bobby's. It was night when they got there, both rubbing their eyes blearily, ...
...emotional/cuddly PWP) A/N: Haven't found anything similar so far, so I wrote it myself. The Discovery of Oceans by Marie S. Crosswell Around 2 AM and Dean can’t sleep, so he leaves the motelroom and takes his leatherjacket on his way out. The Impala waits across the parking lot, beaded with rain he hadn’t heard come down. The tar gleams where light hits it, and the air still...
.... One moment Sam is sprawled out on the bloody floor of a basement, absolutely certain he's going to die, and then just as suddenly instead of freezingconcrete there's the rough carpet of their motelroom under his red hands. The change is dizzying, the bright red of blood in the darkness and the hoarse sound of his brother choking, turning to rough silence and the dim quiet of their room...
... shall we go, we asked ourselves? Well, the other Microsoft store is in Scottsdale... so we drove past lots of cacti and mountains, stopped for a pretty sunset, bypassed the sprawl of Phoenix and picked a motel on the outskirts of Scottsdale. It turned out to be next to a large mall where we had dinner at Modern Steak; where the food is good (especially the cramel ginger on my tuna poke) and the d...
...towards their destination – a seedy motel in the heart of the...parking lot outside of the motel, in which 2 other patrol...t the first murder this motel has had, but then again...to the hallway of bickering motelguests. “… We’d like to...aware that this is a motel and you’re probably going...a dead woman inside this motel with two kids shot in...silence. Yoochun wondered what the motel guests were thinking of the...
23:56 Say you're in a motel room with no access to cleaning products & need to remove blood stains & fingerprints. What would you do? Just askin'. # 00:25 RT @pennjillette: Well, it's happening again --our brave whackjobs are driving our Desert Bus for charity. desertbus.org # 09:52 Thanks for the tips last night, everyone! Looks like toothpaste, contact lens solution and vodka ...
...he bounced against the stiff mattress. He’d gotten way too used to actually sleeping comfortably in Heaven. Motel beds sucked, but considering he’d grown up on them he’d never really noticed that before. ...him immediately, flopping onto his back and panting, arm thrown over his eyes. The air in the motel room was cool and he could feel himself chilling as the thin sheen of sweat across him started...
... there are some nights that they’re all going to be crowded into the van, sleeping on top of each other like a heap of puppies, and he’s fine with that. But on nights like tonight, when they each have a motelbed to themselves, Nick needs Joe to be a little morehands- off . Needs for Joe to let him sleep in his own bed. Sure, they’d shared from when Nick was 7 up until he turned 10, and yeah, ...
