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twilightshours. Sam and Dean, gen. PG if you go by content, something a little harder if you go by holy fuck disturbing.
And it smells like water too. Like rain. A tsunami might've fell, a whole lake right on top of the road and the blurry forests around it— it smells like rain. Mixed with oil and leaves. Wet bark and trees. And mud and tiny green sprouts bursting exuberantly out of the ground with dew clinging to them as if those buds had just missed their true love flying off and are now shedding tears of regret and overexertion because of it. And tiny bugs whose niches are devastated because the sky cried for too long. The trees are shivering because everything is being so sensitive and it's making them tremble and lose their rusty leaves from the stress.
And the dirges of big black birds join in on the funeral. They could be angels.
twilightshours. Sam and Dean, gen. PG if you go by content, something a little harder if you go by holy fuck disturbing. And it smells like water too. Like rain. A tsunami might've fell, a whole lake right on top of the road and the blurry forests around it— it smells like rain. Mixed with oil and leaves. Wet bark and trees. And mud and tiny green sprouts bursting exuberantly out of the ground with dew clinging to them as if those buds had just missed their true love flying off and are now shedding tears of regret and overexertion because of it. And tiny bugs whose niches are devastated because the sky cried for too long. The trees are shivering because everything is being so sensitive and it's making them tremble and lose their rusty leaves from the stress.
And the dirges of big black birds join in on the funeral. They could be angels.
