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Prompt: Forbidden Fruit
A Fair Trade
PG
Jo/find out for yourself :D
Two weeks ago, Jo got into the Impala with Sam.
On the fifteenth day, he said, “Why are you still here?”
She shrugged. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”
Day 21 Jo straddled Sam in the front seat of the Impala. She stuck her tongue down his throat and tasted him. Her fingers brushed against the scar tissue, where his tattoo used to be.
Sam’s eyes flashed black. She could still see the sadness behind the dark.
“You had to save him,” she whispered.
But no matter how many times she said it, Dean never seemed to believe her.
A Fair Trade
PG
Jo/find out for yourself :D
Two weeks ago, Jo got into the Impala with Sam.
On the fifteenth day, he said, “Why are you still here?”
She shrugged. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”
Day 21 Jo straddled Sam in the front seat of the Impala. She stuck her tongue down his throat and tasted him. Her fingers brushed against the scar tissue, where his tattoo used to be.
Sam’s eyes flashed black. She could still see the sadness behind the dark.
“You had to save him,” she whispered.
But no matter how many times she said it, Dean never seemed to believe her.
