Start the Story: Where Do We Begin? [09.03.2009]
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“If he keeps playing that accordion in my ear…well, let’s just say he’ll wish he didn’t order me so many Sidecars.”
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Ours was a small closely-knit family, but when we all came together for the holidays it was bigger than life. Which made the group polka a bit of a problem.
My mom always brought me to these shindigs and she didn’t know that I snuck into this picture. I’m glad I did though because now I have a memory of the last time I saw her.
The room was too small for dancing, and Andy complained there were never enough girls. For as long as I could remember I would watch them from the doorway, til the night Annie grabbed my hand and pulled me into the music. I look back on that night now and wonder how things would have turned out had I stayed in bed.
“How I hate the charmed life of these carefree set living my dreams,” I mumbled as a hand – rough, hairy and smellong of burn oil – clamped around my mouth. I tried to scream but…
Rubbing shoulders as we danced, we tried not to think of the war, if only for a few precious hours. Next year at this time, four of us would be buried in the cold, hard ground of Europe, and there’d be plenty of room for those who felt like celebrating something.
Sam and Dean glanced down at the old photograph they dug from beneath the desk remnants in the ‘Good’ Doctors office. The Winchester’s weren’t too excited being trapped by a malevolent spirit once again, in yet another deserted asylum, and they knew if they were going to survive this ordeal, their answer lay somewhere in this mysterious photograph with the identity of their spirit. (a little fanfic action for ya, ;p)