Kalliel (kalliel) wrote,
Kalliel
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귀신 [SPN]

Dear flist, it's time for a bedtime story.

It goes like this: gwaeren links a post, says it's creepy. Naturally I don't believe her, because I am not scared of things that go bump in the night! But um. They said nothing about things that go 'click' in the night.

And then, after I run around and weep profusely, clwright2 says, it's okay, Sam and Dean will save us.

So Sam and Dean go to K-Town, they do some Research. Sam learns two words of relevant Korean. And this is what they do:






No legs.

"Five hours," Dean says.

No plan.

"Three dead girls," Dean says. And two dead men, a gutted mother, and a district attorney with her lips clasped in her hands and her eyeballs down her throat. A man in a suit with no legs; just ripples. He's killing things. They should stick together. But you know--priorities.

"Priorities," Dean says, and cocks a shotgun. He throws one to Sam, gestures south as he steps west. In the last six hours Sam's learned enough Korean to protest lamely: No legs. No plan.

They split up.

South is smoke and church and pawnshops, all in blocks and all the same after Sam strips them down and turns up nothing. South is clear--dial tone clear, when Dean stops answering his phone. (Not that the fucker ever did.)

"Shit," Sam says, and walks a hopeless circle west. Then he gets a text message, the garbled equivalent of what Sam assumes is a combination of Dean's petty resistance to QWERTY and a sad, sad attempt at foreign language. Sam breathes out.

He meets Dean seventeen blocks and twenty minutes later. He's dozing on a bench, head dropped to his chest, legs splayed out like it's some lazy Sunday afternoon. Priorities, Sam mimics mentally. He feels a stitch in his side.

"Two hours, now," Sam pants. "No legs. No plan. And now it's nap time?"

Dean looks up.

Sam looks down.

No legs.






SO YEAH YOU GUYS SHOULD CLICK THAT LINK. I SURE DID. It has either made my evening or traumatized me completely; I haven't decided which. Between that and an unseemly 'sammy patty' manip someone oh so graciously linked me (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! DD;) I haven't the slightest clue how I'm supposed to go to bed now.

If I wake up and--too late--realize this post was a bad idea, I apologize in advance.
Tags: fandom: spn, what the fuck
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