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"Name!" A voice. "Name!?" You can hear it. A faint voice in the distance. "Name, where are you?! Name?!" Is that... Is that Dean? Weak, you barely have the strength to open your eyes, but you try. You try with all your might. "Dean." A small noise escapes you. "Dean!" You try again, louder. You try and shake your body. The movements cause you tremendous pain, cast iron cufflinks cutting into your wrists, but you do it. Do it so he can find you. Save you. "NAME!? Please, where are you?" He's looking for you. He's looking for YOU. "DEAN!" the Earth shattering sounds breaks from your body as you shake furiously. Commanding every last inch

"Hahaha, were you really in your boxers?" You were sat outside on the comfy garden sofas with your parents, swapping stories of your trip with Alex as you sipped your drink next to Jack. "Yep, and it was the Spongebob ones too," you giggle, "I had to rush after him to try and calm him down." "Yeah, then that bloke was a real dick to you." Alex says excitedly, pointing his beer towards you. "What man? What did he say?" Your mum asks concerned, looking at you from the love seat she's sharing with your dad. "Oh it was nothing really; when Alex was banging on my door, practically naked, a family with two young children came out of the lift, and

Bourguignon It was a pleasant enough day; not sunny, but not cold either and the rain had appeared to direct itself over Baltimore. Hannibal found himself actually enjoying the sound of nothing but the wind, birds and the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath his chair. William has a quaint farmhouse in Wolf Trap; a fitting name considering his number of Canine companions. Hannibal could see the appeal; no one around and complete silence and solitude. Perfect by his standards. Though the house could use some work, he'd start on the porch for one. Just a bit of paint would do; a nice 'Duck egg' blue or 'Corn silk' white. Perhaps, howeve

You woke up to sound of music coming from downstairs. The beds warmth invites you to stay a little longer and you turn on your side; to be met with the face of a sleeping Jack. He looks so serene and peaceful; his hair covers his face, making him look almost child-like. You smile at this sight and trace his features with your eyes, but your admiration is cut short by his turning to the other side. Trying not to wake him, you take this opportunity to get out of bed and put a dressing gown on before leaving the room, keeping as quiet as you can. You close the door quietly, watching him through the crack as you do so. You head downstairs to the

"Where we going again?" Jack asks for the millionth time. Sophie and Alex turned up in her car a few minutes after Jamie left and set off, you following them close behind. "T.G.I Friday's..." you look over to him in the passenger seat, his fidgeting a sign of his discomfort to the seatbelt. "Why are we going there again?" His playing with the seatbelt makes you giggle, "Because that's where Jamie and Emily wanted to go, they do discount cocktails for newly weds." You take a left and stop at some traffic lights. "mmhmm, ok... Why do I have to wear this stupid thing?" He asks frustrated, holding the seatbelt out to you. "Because it's for your s