ericjohnson:

spn rare pair bingo:
square filled: captive
(ft. dean, krissy, ruby 1.0, anna, jessica, samandriel, meg 1.0,
meg 2.0, tracy davis, & benny)

In a small town where nothing abnormal ever happens, people fell into a usual routine. With Halloween drawing closer, Tracy was already planning the perfect party, Dean being her perfect partner in crime. She just needed him to not be distracted by Anna for five seconds so she could remind him of the damn party. Krissy seemed excited about the costume party, but that was because she was a high school senior who thought she might get some college guy action - again, they did live in a small town where everyone knew everyone. The pickings were pretty slim unless someone threw a party.

Krissy had tried numerous times to get Dean to sleep with her, but the guy knew better. He was way older than her, and despite the fact that her tiny dog liked running into his yard all the time (because she let him), Dean never fell for the antics. He always said the same damn thing. “Oh, does this little guy belong to you? You should consider putting him on a leash. Don’t want him runnin’ on into the street. He’s a cutie.” She hated how gorgeous that asshole could be. He made dogs look even better when he held them. God, she hated him.

Sitting in a class seminar, Ruby could feel the cold lingering on her shoulders as she tried to pay attention to the lesson. When she looked at her hands, the veins seemed to be more present, more prudent. She squeezed her eyes shut, everything feeling like a dream. This had happened to her before, drifting asleep in class but still feeling like she was in a class. It was always surreal when it happened and she despised it. She kept muttering to herself, “Wake up, wake up, wake up.” The more she scolded herself, the more it weighed on her shoulders - until it vanished in a cloud of ash and smoke and she was the only person left in the room, everything burnt to a crisp. Her saving grace was the professor waking her from her nightmare as she lay half on the floor of the classroom, a gash on her forehead, telling her she was screaming in her sleep. Could she even consider that a saving grace? 

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