Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 14, 2010 5:09:25 GMT -5
-SAM WINCHESTER-
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May, 2008
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May, 2008
Elizabeth Brandise was a well balanced individual. She had a fairly normal childhood with loving parents, grew up to be a normal well adjusted teenager, had a good group of friends and met a nice boy she could take home to Mom and Dad. She graduated valedictorian and had plans to go to pre-medical school. She volunteered at nursing homes and baby-sat the neighborhood kids, and everyone who ever met her said she was a “lovely person.” Kind-hearted, well-mannered, friendly.
And then her boyfriend drove her home from a party and wrapped his car around a tree. Now she was dead and she was pissed and Ken the former quarterback was wading through ectoplasm and ducking flying objects on a semi-regular basis.
Sam pulled the Impala down a long, winding road that would eventually lead to the cemetery where Elizabeth was buried. There was music playing through the speakers, but he wasn’t really paying attention to it. He was focused on the road ahead of him, trying not to think.
He hated driving these days. It was strange, when Dean was alive it always annoyed Sam that he almost never let him drive. Now Sam wanted nothing more than to sit in the passenger seat of this car again.
He pulled up to the cemetery gates, putting the car in Park and turning off the ignition. The gates were wide and square and there were stone pillars evenly spaced with iron fencing in between. He unbuckled his seatbelt, letting out his breath in a sigh.
“Time to deep-fry a prom queen,” he muttered, smirking slightly.
That sounded like something Dean would’ve said.