let's try this again, now that I've calmed down

[angelgazing]

1. GIP. This is my happily ever after, yo.

2. Have a drabble!
It was reflex when undressing, check for damage; broken skin, cracked bones. Dean was breathing hard, had oil imbedded under his nails, and his scars were still gone. Everything was fine.

There was a picture of Ben sitting on the bedside table, a flowered comforter on the bed, and his clothes in the dresser drawers. Kids were running around in the driveway, still skinned-knee deep in the game of pick-up basketball he'd just abandoned. He had a beer waiting, perfectly chilled in the fridge.

He pulled a freshly-laundered shirt on; took a deep breath. Everything was fine. No damage done.


3.

October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."
- Neil Gaiman The Sandman: Season of Mists

4. ♥♥♥♥♥

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[musesfool.livejournal.com]

♥

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

::HUGS::

[prettykitty-aya.livejournal.com]

Deaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. OMG, that montage. *wantsit*

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I KNOW! I swear I didn't BREATHE for the last, like, HALF of the show.

My boys, Shai! MY BOYS!

[imagines.livejournal.com]

No damage done.

*bursts into tears*

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

::clings::

DEEEAN. Kit, I am so not rational here. DEAN! SAM! MY BOYS!