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Preview God's Dog
Title: Traveling with a Guardian
Sam took the dry laundry out of the machine and put it into the bag and looked over at Annie who was watching their last load of dirty laundry in the washing machine. Her head was moving in slow circles, copying the clothes as they tumbled, transfixed by it. He smiled at her, he knew she was, well very old, but she was still enraptured by the simplest things. He sat next to her on the bench.
"Do you think it will be done soon?" She asked. Sam thought for a moment.
"I think it'll be another ten minutes. Why? I thought you liked watching it?" He asked teasingly, nudging her with his shoulder. She didn't seem to notice, still watching the machine.
"It's just we could be doing something better, something more fun." She said, her stare unbroken. Sam tried not to blush. He didn't know if she was aware of the double-entendre of what she just said but he was so glad she wasn't very good at reading minds. He knew it was weird that he was attracted to her, he always seemed to be attracted to women who could hurt him. First there was Madison the werewolf, the Ruby the demon, now Annie the cherubim. Although the fact that she was not inherently evil was a plus, but the fact that her physical body was ten years younger then his while her soul was far older was a negative. "What are you thinking about now?" She asked, he looked down at her to see her staring at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Your thinking very loud, it's like a buzzing sound." She said, squinting her eyes at him a leaning towards him slightly, like she always did when she tried to figure something out. He smiled down at her, and shrugged.
"Nothing much, is it bothering you?" She shook her head and shrugged, becoming transfixed again by the washing machine.
"I'm getting used to it." Sam sighed lightly and watched the machine with her.
Title: Traveling with a Guardian
Sam took the dry laundry out of the machine and put it into the bag and looked over at Annie who was watching their last load of dirty laundry in the washing machine. Her head was moving in slow circles, copying the clothes as they tumbled, transfixed by it. He smiled at her, he knew she was, well very old, but she was still enraptured by the simplest things. He sat next to her on the bench.
"Do you think it will be done soon?" She asked. Sam thought for a moment.
"I think it'll be another ten minutes. Why? I thought you liked watching it?" He asked teasingly, nudging her with his shoulder. She didn't seem to notice, still watching the machine.
"It's just we could be doing something better, something more fun." She said, her stare unbroken. Sam tried not to blush. He didn't know if she was aware of the double-entendre of what she just said but he was so glad she wasn't very good at reading minds. He knew it was weird that he was attracted to her, he always seemed to be attracted to women who could hurt him. First there was Madison the werewolf, the Ruby the demon, now Annie the cherubim. Although the fact that she was not inherently evil was a plus, but the fact that her physical body was ten years younger then his while her soul was far older was a negative. "What are you thinking about now?" She asked, he looked down at her to see her staring at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Your thinking very loud, it's like a buzzing sound." She said, squinting her eyes at him a leaning towards him slightly, like she always did when she tried to figure something out. He smiled down at her, and shrugged.
"Nothing much, is it bothering you?" She shook her head and shrugged, becoming transfixed again by the washing machine.
"I'm getting used to it." Sam sighed lightly and watched the machine with her.
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Bullied
I brush it off with a smile
Although it hurts to be so vile
And every single word you say
Makes me want to stop the day
I wish I could live up to your expectations
I wish we could be friends and forget the current situation
But the truth is you dont really give a damn
The names you give me arent who I am
If only you'd have taken the time
To search inside for a deeper rhyme
You might have grown to like me
There might be something else to see
So before you call me another name
Realize you are the one to blame
I walked into my darkened room
To me it looks just like a tomb
I took out a rope
To tie around my throat
If only your
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Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
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The Bullied
She's walking down the hall
She's not really that tall
And she's a little over weight
And her hair's not quite straight
They laugh and they point and they joke all about
They scream and they shout
And no one stands up for the girl
Teachers walk on by
Pretending they don't see her cry
They're not bad people, they just don't care
She's not in their class
And that's all that matters here
It doesn't mater to them if she's not in school tomorrow
Or the next day
Or the next
Until they hear what happened that day
After the taunting and teasing
Shocked to find she went home and cried
And picked up her dad's gun that was at her sid
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I did a preview for Apple Pie Life and I figured I'd do one for God's Dog. This is after Oly accepts being a seraphim and the demon is killed, Annie has been ordered to look after and travel with the Winchester brothers.
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