Descargar Milenan Velba lonely road (my first road traffic)

Well, I posted this fic on supernatural_sn ... I have been
tad cheesy (all the fault of the episode of the kids that I have with a top that I can not oj)
the pepone came over me, and wing, to get the pink slippers (god to me pass this vein corny, which I'm more gore
....) anyway, I am squishy, and I get to write stuff in here ...

-note: speaking from the perspective of Dean. is located on the third season, at any given time. is only "a moment of road", something like a FIC ROAD ...
-pairing: dean-sam
-suitable for all audiences, but is mentally Winchester (yes, there is the mental Winchester, you should know ...)-the three songs
who have inspired me are "feel like makin 'love", "She Brings Me Love" and "bad co." of bad co.
"I caught the title icon \u0026lt;/ a> \u0026lt;/ b> \u0026lt;/ a> andune_85 that accompanies my post. (I hope you do not hit me for it ... XDDD

seat creaks under the weight. Too long, too big. Miles of flesh and blood that shrink to get into this tiny seat. Sammy, you're always growing ...

- You know now what strikes me ?.....- your voice rises, diluted and transformed the empty hole in the roof of the ImpalaAbijah embedded ....

Yet breathing heavily, took the key, and it started ......

Road and blanket. You and I both, together, escaping from oceans of doubt left behind. Just you, me, and the noise of our lives in the background. Whisper, whisper sing the next song, as I am when I look. "Feel like makin 'love." Like me when I see you smile. And so I look in the distance. Nothing in his pockets, but a big pile of I want.

best, look to the horizon as you lie like a cat, giant eternal desperezándote through roads and towns. Towns and roads. Roads and fields. No destination, no return. Because just somosee, bad co.) ....

What I can say everything I want in less than a year, if it could not come with a lifetime?

sleep now. In the hand, a paper twisted candy wrap ... falls down in endless laps like that I can spend whole minutes staring, not looking at the road. Frown while dreaming. And I can hardly stop looking, ecstasy, the beat in your chest. At top center, top center. Breathe soft, like all of you. And pacing, swinging, rhythmic pace of the radio ...

Bad Company, Oh, I can not deny Bad Bad company Till the day I die ...

is now well in silence when you sleep, and the impala is traga yards of asphalt Cando think how lucky I have, because you are breathing to the side. I do not want to wake up. Not even when crossing the border. In the first village stop. Refueling. You lie down and stretching, while stretching your fingers, so long. I know fingers fit perfectly, which would stretch and graze. Those fingers kilometer, but in the background seem to belong to a girl's hand. Soft Hands, female .... Your hands. I stay dry just thinking about them and contact, cold, brushing against the skin, very low, with my hand ... and click your tongue, looking child who has never broken a plate, until it leaves the smile that disturbs me .... "Ehhh uncle, in the end, we reached the border ....", and.. "

And I do not carry, I have the next world order, if you stretch your hand, you're the end of my world.

For whatever weird. Because there is no need to make sense. Because I know that now, after so many miles traveled, having seen so many roads, many people, and many people faded behind the glass .....

People faded, and only you and I are real, sheltered behind our glass ....

well ,...... protected.

ale after binge polvorón,I recommend a glass of water ... lalalalaaaaaa

::: I'm hitting jumps, now I'm in a riding hood that I stand::: bisus