unfinished ramble
2011-11-29 01:20SUPERNATURAL FANFIC
Sam doesn't know what to make of the young woman sitting in bobby's hospital room when he comes back with coffee. Dean's passed out in the other chair - and it scares him on some level that this girl snuck in without Dean waking.
Regardless, she turns to look at him, dark-skin and bleached-out hair, and smirks, "Sorry." her voice just above a whisper, "This your chair?"
Dean snorts in his sleep, shifts in the hospital chair, and settles back down. "Yeah... It is."
She sits up, grabs her bag from her feet. She's a tiny thing - only hitting 5 foot because of her heals, and he can see from the hall lights as she steps to the doorway that her hair's been dyed baby blue. She hands him a card as she steps passed. "When Mr. Singer wakes up, let him know we stopped by."
She's gone then, little card in his hand reading "Thomas Grimm t.grimm@gmail.com"
As Sam ponders the card - his heart jumps. Bobby wasn't here under 'Singer' . . . He turned back to the hall, looking madly down the corridor for the girl.
Nothing.