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5:20 -- 520
I’m being kicked out of bed if I don’t go to sleep so that’s my call for the night. Nonnie, if you see this, I’m goin to bed ❤️
5:20 pm
Dean gets them another room. He thinks this other motel is a good idea. He doesn’t want to go back to the last one. He wants to be sure Sam feels safe. And now he needs to –
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you Dean. But..when you...covered my mouth, it reminded me of – ‘ Sam says, interrupting his thoughts.
“Shhh.” Dean pulls Sam close. “That’s over now. It’s just me. It’s just me and you, baby.”
They are standing close in the middle of the room. Dean reaches up and strokes Sam’s cheek.
Sam closes his eyes, breathing slowly and deeply, it’s almost meditative. Dean thinks Sam’s trying to push away the memories. Sam swallows and nods. “Show me,” he whispers. He opens his eyes and looks at Dean in awe. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
Beside them, Dean grabs Sam’s hand and interlaces their fingers.
“I’ll show you baby, ok?”
Sam closes his eyes and Dean pushes him gently back toward the bed. Dean leans forward.
There’s a knock at the door and both boys jump.
“Mr. Winchester?”
Dean practically flies across the room and yanks the door open.
The corridor is empty.
Except for a box.
It says: Dean Winchester room 17 (room 291).
The 17 is crossed out.
That was fast.
Dean swallows and pulls the box inside.
“Dean? What is it?” Sam walks up behind Dean. His eyes widen in terror. “Dean, that’s – that’s Dad’s handwriting.” He takes a step back, hiding behind his brother.
Dean frowns angrily. He pulls out his knife and cuts through the tape.
He opens the flaps of the cardboard.
في خلاوتي هذه الفترة تزورني فكرة ألم نكن في أيام مضت نتمنى أن تتوقف الدنيا للحظات لانستطيع استماع قوانا. أعتقد لا مثال لتوقف العالم كما هو الحال الآن. أحيانا أحدثني "ماذا كنتِ تريدين أن تلملمين؟" و أحيانا أخرى أرى علامات الأرتياح "الجميع في حالة توقف و تيه، لستُ وحيدة في ذلك". نحن الذين اعتدنا الخوف من الوقوف بينما الجميع يسير، الذين يعصرنا شعورنا بأننا تائهين أكثر مما يعصرنا التيه نفسه، لأن الجميع يعلمون محط أقدامهم بينما نحن لا نعلم من الطريق إلا أثار أشلائنا، هل يطمئننا أن العالم بدأ يدور حول نفسه باحثا عن مخرج كما كنّا؟ هل فعلا تُخيفنا كرونا كما تفعل بهم؟ أم نشعر أخيرا أننا نستطيع التقاط أنفاسنا بدلاً من سعينا الحثيث باللحاق بالجميع؟
Sali
Ну что, кто евро смотрел? У меня 5 утра и спасибо т9, что правит мои кривые слова, ибо я уже часа два почти сплю.
Дункан солнышко, Сережу нашего жалко. Спасибо, что не швед.
Мне лично за Норвегию обидно. Когда Рыбак на экране появился, так вообще сердце треснуло.