judasthewolf

Sorrow bright in the eyes of a slender girl, crouching over the grave of none other than Sherlock Holmes, her knees soon hitting the damp grass her head bowed her fingers trembled unaware of eyes watching her in the distance. She struggled to pull in a calm breath. A sob escaped her tears streaking her face. Slowly she turned and pressed her back into the sleek black tomb stone, a struggled gasp her head tipped back to press into the stone her face tilted up to the sky, her eyes closed another broken sob her fingers tearing into the earth. Grief struck and weary her eyes closed falling asleep against the tomb stone her body angled her arms wr

A broken heart is no fun A broken heart  hurts more than one How to mend a broken heart, I do not know Happiness stolen Grief is given Pain is strong while Hope is low How do you say a final goodbye Without suffering? How do you mend a broken heart? What is left when something is broke? Only shards and broken pieces. This is how I feel, Heart Broken Unfixable, unmendable Unendurable pain and suffering but life must go on even when someone so close is gone Love never leaves, Love never fades, but nothing hurts worse than a broken heart.

I wish I wish Upon a star to the Doctor, near or far Hear me now, see me soon Whisk me away to far away Into the stars Deep into Space Take me travel Take me to Save So Close, so Far I wish I wish upon a star to the Doctor, near or far.

"Crowley? Sam was shocked to hear that Eleven was working with one of his worst enemies, and even a demon at that. "Yeah, whats it to you?" Eleven demanded defensively, no way in hell was she going to let some man, Winchester or not talk about her 'father' in anyway that meant bad. She bristled lightly claws unsheathing. "If I may ask.." the Doctor piped up raising a single finger out as his hands had drawn near his chest for he felt uneasy in the tension between Sam and Eleven. "Who is Crowley?" Eleven blinked and Sam turned. "He is the king of hell, he's been trying to capture the prophet Kevin for some time, and trying to complete some mas

The Doctor followed Sam in silence, Dean deciding to hang back and try and get a hold of Cass, who ever that was, the Doctor had no idea. Sam moved towards the diner, arriving just as the front doors were being locked. It was his luck, it was El. He smiled faintly, he had tried to bring the comfort of a hand gun, but the Doctor refused to allow him, so instead he had to settle with a small bag of salt, and a canister of holy water, though he had managed to sneak a neatly curved silver knife. Sam blinked lingering back watching her, there had to be something off, with her, had to be, he felt it. The Doctor huffed, not enjoying the silence, or